She doesn't like leaving the kids. Her new Paul-free life is filled with a lot of uncertainties. When your boss offers you a lot of money to go to a convention and take notes for a couple of days how can you refuse? They'll pay the mortgage with this money. Sure it's not a vacation for her. Her anxiety is through the roof. She's pretty much crying every night because she misses them and worries obsessively about anything from little to imagined threats to them. Again she needs to do this for her family. She forces herself to be tough and do her best.
It helps that she can call between panels. She's in the middle of one of those calls in front of a semi-public restaurant when someone grabs her purse while she's distracted with tales from home. She should let it go. There's nothing of value in there... except her notes. She doesn't think it through. She doesn't realize she can just rewrite them off memory or that her boss might not even notice whatever details she misses. She just runs after them.
It goes about as well as one can expect. She catches up to them, but only to find out they're high out of their minds and wielding a knife. This is painfully familiar which is likely the only reason why she can ask for what she wants a little too calmly.
"Please just give me the notebook inside. You can keep the rest." She doesn't even think to call for help. It's not like that ever worked for her in the past.
It's one of those right time-right place moments, maybe. Though if he were completely honest with himself, he'd orchestrated it just a little. When he'd heard the woman yelling after the mugger, it wasn't much work to hop onto a nearby fire escape. And though he wants to marvel at how brave (and dumb) she is, he wants to hit that guy more. Especially when he pulls a knife on her.
Wasting no time, Frank drops seemingly out of the sky and knocks the guy to the ground with his considerable bulk. He snatches the knife from his hand and gets one steel-toed boot to the guy's throat before he can move again. He looks over his shoulder at the blonde and nods for her to grab her things. "You okay?" It's a pretty casual ask considering the scene.
Rita jumps back a step when a man quite literally drops from the sky to help her. It's pretty unbelievable. Rita stares until he gives her the signal to get her stuff. She doesn't need a second reminder. She quickly grab her bag and backs away. The guy is pretty subdued, but she's a little shaken. A man literally dropped down and rescued her. It's pretty wild.
"I-I'm okay." She looks between the two, no less nervous. "A-Are you? I mean you just- Thank you."
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It helps that she can call between panels. She's in the middle of one of those calls in front of a semi-public restaurant when someone grabs her purse while she's distracted with tales from home. She should let it go. There's nothing of value in there... except her notes. She doesn't think it through. She doesn't realize she can just rewrite them off memory or that her boss might not even notice whatever details she misses. She just runs after them.
It goes about as well as one can expect. She catches up to them, but only to find out they're high out of their minds and wielding a knife. This is painfully familiar which is likely the only reason why she can ask for what she wants a little too calmly.
"Please just give me the notebook inside. You can keep the rest." She doesn't even think to call for help. It's not like that ever worked for her in the past.
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Wasting no time, Frank drops seemingly out of the sky and knocks the guy to the ground with his considerable bulk. He snatches the knife from his hand and gets one steel-toed boot to the guy's throat before he can move again. He looks over his shoulder at the blonde and nods for her to grab her things. "You okay?" It's a pretty casual ask considering the scene.
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"I-I'm okay." She looks between the two, no less nervous. "A-Are you? I mean you just- Thank you."