Few things gnaw at you quite like receiving help from someone you detest.

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Panel 1:
Si beats her chest before the storm.

SI: Oi! Ya wanna blame a Muslim for all yer problems, blame me!

SI: An’ join the queue while yer at it!

Panel 2:
The mist gains talons, striking at Si. Maleko seems mostly out of it.

Panel 3:
Si cringes. Off-stage, a pair of gloves approaches.

SI: Why’d I never think these fings through?

Panel 4:
Same view. Si is bodied off by a familiar sweeping lunge from a jacketed lady just as the talons pierce the window pane behind her.

SI: Deja vu…

Panel 5:
Si lies flat on her back, protected by Nancy who’s all kinds of apologetic.

SI: Nancy!

SI: How…

SI: …howdja get here so fast?!

NANCY: Alright, don’t be mad…

NANCY: …I was following you.

Panel 6:
Si looks mad.

SI: I’m mad.

NANCY: Okay, fair dos, fair dos, you got every right to be.

SI: I know. So I am.

SI: Planning ta jump me soon as I turn myself in?

NANCY: No! Just…let’s just talk, right?