Fred knew it was probably not the best idea, but she reached into her bag and pulled out the tranq gun. For someone who seemed very soft and sweet, she was a pretty decent shot. One, two, to the buttocks.
"That should at least make him more docile." And very very heavy. She ignored the coffee shop patrons; they were used to her being a little odd. She just looked for any sort of bag the guy might have had with him to put away his nifty toys. She did all this while staying out of the way. She'd let Dinah do the hard stuff, like getting hit and throwing punches.