"Hold on," he asks her calmly, and not unkindly, as he squints across the darkness at whatever it is that has her hair in a stranglehold. There is only one thing that Kisuke is looking for, one single deal-breaker, and he can't sense that he needs to worry about it. In another moment, he steps forward, reeling back his arm before thrusting it with a flat-palmed blow against the underside of the man's jaw. His head isn't on his shoulders for much longer. Though Kisuke doesn't get long to be relieved that he doesn't have to retrieve it when it seems to splatter like a water balloon. The body soon follows, covering the young lady on one side nearly from head to toe. He fares little better.

"Well, that's one for the record books," he says, slightly dazed, before dropping his stiff kata position and adjusting the angle of the hat on his head. The groceries in his bag get a grim look, before he turns it on her, forcefully apologetic. "Scary, scary stuff. Are you okay?"