With one foot on the throat of the man she's taken down, she spins and looks at John, looks at the man that's crumpled at her feet with a knee that's oozing blood.

"Well, his dancing days are over," she says, slightly amused. She doesn't let the man underneath her up while she turns her attention to the two women. The scene is momentarily neutralized and she wants to check on them.

"Hey, we're here to help you," Dutch promises, tone soft. "Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?"