Little women were usually always stronger than they looked; it was part of being a small woman, wasn't it? She smiled softly at him, dabbing his lip with the torn material, but soon she pulled it away, secreting it somewhere once she'd seen that there was indeed blood on the fabric.
"Here," she grabbed up a cup of iced something, tipping it out mostly to get to the ice which she wrapped in the napkins. It was not the best fix, but it would do.
"Oh, I think he's waking up, and is that the sound of the local authorities?" The noise of the coffee shop brawl might have masked an outside sounds. "Perhaps leaving would be a wise idea."