"You'll have to forgive my brother. He's an unlettered barbarian. No appreciation for the finer things in life," Sleeper said with a snort of amusement.

"I didn't really look around the city that much. It's harder to navigate businesses and the like on four feet than two. I mostly came because that one was going to dive head-first into trouble regardless of help." A flick of ears and tail clearly indicate Dylan. Then they take up the position they'd offered, slick skin against the back of Six's neck, but leaving their head in easy reach for more scritches.

"We should probably get somewhere secure to observe, then plan. As much as I don't like it, someone will need to try to defuse the violence as much as possible. It's only a little difference between beating up the targeted minority to looting and unfocused violence."