If there had been any sound in the room before, there was nothing now. Everyone with half a brain could guess what had happened before they'd entered the room. Spot, intimidating as ever, circled the new girl with the same expression he'd had since she'd first seen him.

"Spot – " Jack started, but stopped when Spot turned a glare his way. This boy was not one to be toyed with, obviously.

"You'se got somethin' ta say, Cowboy?"

"Yeah, you'se scarin' her, quit it."

"Spot, da little puppy dog – "

Blink burst in, "She didn't knowse who'se you'se was! It wasn' her fault!"

Spot was a short boy, but obviously that didn't make him a weak boy, when he slammed Blink into the wall with his hand to his throat.

"What has you'se been told 'bout talkin' when I'se is? Huh?" Spot said, dropping his hand from Blink's throat leaving him to rub his neck while he turned back to Harmony.
"As I'se was sayin'. Spot, da little puppy dog." A deep intake of breath was heard in the room from several boys. "I'se likes it."

Harmony, who had been expecting, well, anything but that, gasped. When she looked up, she saw that he was smiling. Smilin'? He had actually changed expression?

"What, you'se thinkin' I couldn' change expression?" Spot asked, the amusement very obvious in his voice.

"Well, yeah," Harmony responded, knowing that was exactly what she had been thinking.

"Spot heah is a real great guy so long as ya don't cross him. Which I'se strongly suggests you'se don't do," Blink warned, rubbing his throat.

"So, Harmony, tell us 'bout yerself." Spot said in a rather commanding tone. "We'se likes ta know 'a little 'bouts people befoah trustin' em."

"Well, I nevah asked ya ta trust me, did I?" she shot back, not ready to talk about her past. "I nevah asked fer any of dis. Thanks fer da help but I should go, now." With a quick hug to Blink, Harmony ran down the stairs and out the front, only vaguely aware of the shouts from upstairs.

After her mad dash, she left the guys befuddled. Everyone except Blink (who had a dreamy look on his face ever since she hugged him) and Spot (who had instinctively reverted to his cold, expressionless form) had their jaws hanging. After Jack had regained his senses he turned to the group.

"Boys, we'se all knows dat Manhattan ain't safe, 'specially aftah dark. We'se gotta find 'er, befoah she'se gets 'n trouble." After Jack spoke everyone but he and Spot scurried out of the room.