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Panel 1:
From above, Nancy observes the situation devolving.

NANCY: I knew this would turn ugly.

SI (interface): Y’ain’t planning ta rescue the jerk, are ya?

NANCY: Not a quantum disturbance, not our problem.

SI (interface): Ugh, thank Muhammed.

Panel 2:
Same view. Yeomanry vans scream down the street, drawing Nancy’s attention.

NANCY: Oh now the police deign to show up.

SI (interface): Y’know they woulda made the sitch worse, right?

NANCY: I know you’re twelve and biologically predisposed to be edgy, but…

Panel 3:
The Yeomanry plough out of the skidding vans, shields and batons at the ready, shunting members of the crowd out of the way.

Panel 4:
The Yeomanry form a protective ring around the white van, separating the crowd from their target. They’re wearing gas masks, which looks like overkill for the situation.

Panel 5:
Up above, Nancy isn’t sure what to make of the new arrivals.

NANCY: Those don’t look like normal riot cops…

NANCY: …and believe you me, I been truncheoned by a lot of riot cops over the years.

NANCY: Si, what’s their chatter?

Across panels:
STRING: sshshshshsSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Panel 6:
Same view. Nancy grows concerned when she doesn’t get a reply.

NANCY: …Si?

NANCY: Si, you there?