[ Perhaps more noticeable are the cries of offense and slight bruising as Rutile elbows their way through the crowd, drawn by both the activity and the strange gleaming of light refracting on the surrounding city. ] Pardon me, excuse me - well, I wouldn't have hurt you if you'd stood aside the first time, would I have? - oh, send for the Sentry if you're that upset...

[ Then they break through the crowd, emerging into the clearing that has formed around ... Diamond, of all people, holding a squirming munga in their arms. They stop short for a moment, eyes narrowing, but then close the distance between them and reach into their pocket. ]

Hold it still if you please, Dia. I want a sample of its venom before we're accosted for aiding and abetting.