It would be a great plan, all things considered; a great set of plans, if they weren't heading in the same direction. The thought hits Lorne too, halfway across the street, and he makes a mock-merry swift process of circling around the scared girl.

That's all he needs to bolt, knowing he's scared someone. Knowing someone out there knows what he is.

And just when he thinks he's in the clear, another wave of fear hits him smack dab in the noggin and he goes down. Funny thing about lamp posts. They don't move out of the way even if they see you coming.

He must be a pitiful sight to behold, trying to keep his nose from bleeding all over his nice costume, and cover up the face it isn't a masterful blend of sfx and nature.

Funny thing about New Yorkers. The moment you think they're a coldhearted bunch, someone comes along to offer you a helping hand.

"Thanks, doll. I owe ya one."