Steel like skin would only get him so far. Where in the world the larger Nighteater had come from was questionable, but suddenly he was right behind the squabbling pair. His hand reached through the man's back, causing him to stiffen up and tighten his hold on the girl. "Aye, I'll give ya two," the thick accented man said in a deepened voice. "Because she's a lady, and because choppin" up corpses is a bit wasteful, in"nit?" he asked, his hand still settling inside his flesh. There was also the matter of him losing his job if he let some random kill Freya. He wasn't sure why Gabriel was so hard pressed on keeping the girl alive, but he wasn't in the business of asking questions. Freya was rude, constantly disrespected him"in his own opinion she was more trouble than she was worth, even if she was growing on him a bit.

Either way, he had a job to do. So, without putting much more thought into it"mostly because Freya was still getting her throat squeezed by the tense man who was serving as a disobedient puppet"he squeezed the heart that was throbbing away in his hand as if it were nothing more than a stubborn water balloon. Withdrawing his hand, he watched the man slowly deteriorate in all skills living. Once his hand was pulled free, he gave it a shake with a disgusted look on his distinguished face.

Freya's eyes had shifted from her knight in tinfoil, to the attacker. He looked absolutely confused on how the man managed to pull off killing him, even as he dropped Freya and fell to the floor of the alley. She went right along with him, determined to stay upright until the brunt of her weight hit her wounded leg and she found herself toppling over. A hand came to rub at her throat, "Hey, Hank?" she muttered, groping the wall to get herself back up.

"Freya," he answered back. Careful eyes watched her intensely. She was wounded, tired and starved. As always, she tried to play it off as if she weren't. She would protest to his help if only because of his affiliation to Gabriel, but he'd learned to take her verbal abuse with a grain of salt. So, leaning forward, he gave her a bit of a smile. "Now, "ere's what?s gonna "appen, Princess." The man was a mountain, well over six feet tall"and it didn't help that her best trick was useless to him. "I'm gonna pick ya up, carry you "ome, and get ya somethin" to eat. If you try and bite me," he leaned in, spitting that thick accent at her. "again? I'll drop ya right on that pretty "ead o"yours. N"if ya stay nice and pleasant, I'll leave ya be when ya eat."

Freya's eye seemed to twitch almost violently as she clung to the wall and glared in his direction. Her jaw was clenched and her body was tense. She hated the idea of one of his people taking care of her. "Don't you fucking dar?"

Without giving her much of a choice, he grabbed her waist and tossed her over his shoulder. Then he'd be starting down the alley. While Freya bitched like an angry spoiled princess, he just tuned her out and mused on what"or who"to have for dinner.