Johnny looked between the mob and the perky harbringer and back at the mob as the ybegan to get mowed down. He was dressed in last night's gear of bomber jacket, jeans and button down, but his violin case never left his grip as he swung a baseball bat with the other.
"My name is Johnny, Tach'koma," he drawled, backing up to get out of her range. "Give me a minute, hon, and I can pull an ace from my sleeve."