Disclaimer: The characters of Jonathon, Alex and Ardeth Bay are from "The Mummy Returns" and aren't mine, please don't sue. Caitlin is my character.
Later
She wandered through the streets of Cairo, wide-eyed and fascinated. She'd been there for two days, and had already realised that all-covering robes may be appropriate, but trousers are better, and that swords may look good, but knives can be more useful. She had changed accordingly into trousers and a lighter covering robe, and now carried several knives. Many people avoided the deadly seeming young girl, but there were a number who didn't.
She'd had to send Isis back. Within minutes of entering the city she'd realised that it definitely wasn't the place for a hawk. If she'd thought about it before she'd left, she would probably have realised this. The problem is, she concluded, I just don't think things through properly.
She stopped at a street corner, wondering what to do next, and trying to avoid listening to the sensible little voice that whispered she could go home. A man staggered up to her, and slurred something she couldn't understand. She looked at him in confusion and alarm, wondering whether he was ill. A horrible smell wafted from the man, and she realised, with contempt, that he was drunk. She drew herself away from him.
Alex sauntered down the streets with his uncle. Despite the fact that he had nearly died several times in Egypt, there was something about the place he loved. As his mother had said on many occasions, "It's in my blood". As well as this fact, he was also impressed by the large number of beautiful women walking through the streets, and many of them seemed to approve of him as much as he did of them.
Rounding a corner, he stopped at the sight of a young woman. Dressed in dark clothes, with a sword and several knives prominently displayed, she was stunningly beautiful. He pulled in a sharp breath, and beside him his uncle commented "Now, she is a looker". Alex nodded in agreement, then turned his attention towards the man stood next to her. Although he couldn't understand what the man was saying, it was obvious he was drunk and being offensive. Now, how drunk would you have to be to risk insulting someone like her? he wondered. Despite the fact that she looked as if she could take care of herself, and would be more likely to skewer him than thank him if he interfered, he took a few steps forwards, ready to "rescue the damsel in distress" if need be. After all, it had worked for Dad.
The man reached out and caught the girl's right shoulder. Before Alex could take another step forward, she grabbed the man's arm, and yanked it forwards. As he lurched forwards she slammed her knee up into his stomach, then shifted smoothly to the side. The man doubled over, and she completed the move by bringing her locked hands sharply down on the back of his neck. He crashed to the floor. The girl stood staring at him, then lifted her face, which was set in a black scowl, a flush of anger on her cheeks. Alex caught her eye, and grinned in admiration. Her scowl deepened, and she spun and strode off.
Caitlin hurried down the street, feeling horribly self-conscious. That little display would have made her memorable to people in the city, and they would be likely to confirm to her father that she had been here, if he came looking for her. Not if, she corrected herself glumly, but rather when. Her father would not be likely to let his only child wander Egypt on her own without looking for her.
She thought about the young man who had been laughing at her in the street just now, and her humiliation deepened, as did her self-recrimination. There had to have been a better way to deal with that situation, she mused to herself. Still, hitting people might not be the best way to cope with them, but it's often the most effective. She giggled quietly, for that last thought that had drifted through her mind sounded as if it had been said by her father. It suited his sense of humour. Spirits slightly brighter, she headed purposefully for the nearest market, deciding that she might find something there that would entertain her for a while. As she continued on her way, her thoughts drifted back again to the laughing young man with the blond hair.