In all honesty Nigel never expected to run into Red at Edinsburgh but he knew he couldn't just pretend he never saw her. Espically not when she was in the middle of an assassination on a high ranking Council Member that Nigel was sent to protect.
He had to give her credit though, she had it all planed out perfectly to commit the murder and frame it on a foreign diplomat. If Nigel hadn't been there he was certain she would have been successful too. Still he had been and had managed to catch her right before she could pull the trigger.
Her lone eye seemed to glow with a furrious anger as she attacked him with a vengeance. Once again starting their deadly dance.
Honestly, Nigel had expected Red to escape like she always did. He swung a metal pole at her head, expecting her to duck but she didn't. Instead she coughed violently and the pole hit her right aside the temple of her head. She crumpled to the ground like a puppet without it's string. Nigel dropped the pole in shock and rushed to the Russian's side. Luckily she was still alive, just knocked out cold...
... And running a high fever, Probally what had slowed her reactions.
Nigel easily lifted up his arch-nenemis' and secret crushed, startled by how underweight she felt. Red had obviously been forgotten to eat again. Sighing, Nigel shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around the villain, trying it like a straight jacket- just in case she woke suddenly. Afterwards he left the building and headed for his car ignoring the chaos behind him. There was no more danger now that he had Red so he had no need to stay.