"Night won't kill you unless you threaten him," Damon warns, "but sure."
"Agreed and if the assain kills you I'll finish them off," Ruby adds.

"What if the assasin's a squealing fangirl?"

"I have no quelms about hurting a girl," Ruby snarls.

"Okay then. Glad to know you have my back." Sonic said. "Now if you excuse me.... Raven!"

About a dozen fangirls stick their heads out of their windows, "Raven where?!"

Sonic glanced back at Ruby and jerked a thumb at the girls as if to prove a point, then looked back at the twitterpatted females. Luckly, he had a way with words when it came to talking his way around problems. "Pipe down, I'm just looking for a friend. Raven is a populor name these days, y'know, especially amoung black birds and cats. I know, like three of them." He cooly informed them. "Carry on."

The fangirls glare at Sonic and one even threw a vase at his head. As soon as Ruby pulled out her sycthe they retreated.

Sonic ducked under the flying piece of pottery. "See what I mean?"

Ruby growls louder as the fangirls lock themselves in.

Sonic idly nudged the sad remains of the vase with his shoe. "Moving on." He said, starting down the street and kind of hoping Night would tackle him to the ground within the next few minutes.