[Wash has been keeping an eye on the crowd ever since he saw it start to develop during his morning jog. He's seen anger in crowd form; it doesn't take much for it to change focus and take it out on something (or someone) that has nothing to do with the issue at hand, and the last thing he wants is for this crowd to turn on any of the involuntary transplants in the city. He's been keeping to the outskirts and keeping it casual - the weather's getting colder, so the hoodie he's wearing doesn't stand out too much.]
[Of course, this means he's nearby when the screaming starts. Part of him wants to leave and let these assholes deal with their own damn problems, but...well, some of the screams sound very young. He can't walk away from that. He takes a breath and surges into the crowd, dodging and weaving between people, heading towards one of the sources of screaming.]
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[Of course, this means he's nearby when the screaming starts. Part of him wants to leave and let these assholes deal with their own damn problems, but...well, some of the screams sound very young. He can't walk away from that. He takes a breath and surges into the crowd, dodging and weaving between people, heading towards one of the sources of screaming.]