[ Catching a ball bare-handed stings like one would NOT believe, but her reflexes allow her to do just that. ] I won't. [ Mind her business, that is.

She turns her head to the side, giving the boy a bit of a smile. ] You should go ahead and run on home. Your dad must be worried about you.

[ Whether or not the kid will listen, but it had been pretty obvious to her from the reactions that he was not himself; whoever he was.

Then he regards the woman, dropping the ball to the ground and cradling her hand. ] I have eyes enough to see what's going on. [ ...hm. There's something about this voice that's familiar. ]