(Nonplussed. You've been around, and around Justice specifically. You've seen the vigilante kill people at least from a distance about four times. You do /not/ live in a good part of town. This is the 'come on' of a 'we better get a move on,' not 'you're witnessing a bloody murder,' despite that being what's happening. Speaking to the woman the vigilante just saved, while he kills her attackers.)

"Come on, honey, you might want to back up a little. The blood spatter gets intense, and you never know what diseases these men have."

(To Justice. Judging in the way only older people can judge. You aren't remotely afraid of him even though you probably should be a little bit. He criticized your poor 'consoling' efforts, and you're responding in kind.)

"You think disemboweling six guys in front of her is less upsetting?"