Jet helps Albert up but he immediately sits back down to take off the infernal skates. Lord knows he can't even balance on the mall's tile in these, let alone on the ice.

"You're Clementine, aren't you?" He'd seen her in the mini arena, briefly. Steve had gone to help her so Albert had made his way to Cecil instead, secure in the knowledge that the child would be taken care of. She's far too young for something like this, not that any of them should be killing each other.

Albert looks back up at Jet, irritation gone in favor of the new issue at hand. "Shouldn't we take care of her?"