Mmm, [ an understanding nod. less on the mudpies, though? what impoverished child would skip mudpies? only one that didn't have access to them. he files this fact away in his memory bank for later. to her inquiry, he casts a disparaging look at the kitchen... ]

"Want" is a strong word... [ his sharp gaze then slides to her from his peripherals. well... there's nothing to be done about it. he's pretty sure, even in his injured state, he could probably take anything this city has to throw at them. after all, at even a fraction of his power, he could decimate it. ] But I shudder to think of you going by yourself.

[ no, he's already quite keen to protect her — she seems like the type to attract trouble. once again, he offers his hand out to her for help navigating her slick steps. she can either walk the slippery plank of spilled soda, or he can hoist her right back over the counter into safety; she's birdboned and delicate, compared to him. ]

One question: what are we going to do once we find a culprit?

[ assuming there is one. big assumption. ]