Spot was busy turning the Death Tooth over in her 'good' hand, running her fingers over its serrated edges. This had not turned out to be her night. Though she'd spent most of her life up to this point as a criminal - though she'd never really thought of it that way - before all this business with Kui and Jack, she'd kept her hands pretty clean of violence. And not by accident. Spot didn't have the stomach for it. Inflicting it or sustaining it. Now she seemed like she was stuck in a spiral of it. In a way, she killed that man. Sure, he was a Creeper out to slice her up, but Spot wasn't sure she'd ever been responsible for someone else's death before. He'd tripped on her Death Tooth, after all. And now she was letting herself be carried off by a combustible and rather strange assassin, while there was a price on her head, so it didn't seem like things were going to lighten up anytime soon.
All these things were going through Spot's rather glum head while Jarrett carried her out, so she didn't notice how they were leaving the library until the last minute. The main entrance! Was he crazy?! "Hey, maybe we should-" she began, but it was too late.
The library had a guard stationed inside the front door on a little velvet-lined stool. Spot sucked in her breath. The man looked a bit old for a guard and a loud snore emitted from him. Well, that explained why he hadn't already been alerted to all the noise they'd made, Spot thought, but still! But the approach of the odd little 'trio' caused the old guard to startle, and he snorted awake.
"Wha-! Er-! You there!" he finally burst out, fixing his eyes confusedly on Jarrett, Spot, and Mr. Allendale. "What is the meaning of this!? The library is closed! Er-" he rubbed his eyes, looking at Spot again, who was covered in blood. "What is going on?! What are you doing in here?"
Spot knew better by this point to think that Jarrett might say anything clever. Or, who knew, say anything at all! So Spot rattled off a story as quick as it came to her. "Finally! A guard!" she cried. "I was calling and calling for one. There was a man in the library! He- he attacked me. I think- I think he was trying to take me," Spot blurted out with a suppressed (and fabricated) sob. "He- he tried to..." now Spot started the waterworks, sniffing loudly as big tears rolled down her cheeks. She was telling the tale in a quick, tearful stream now. "He grabbed me and I tried to escape and we crashed into the display case and I don't know what I would have done but he," she nodded at Jarrett, "chased him off but I think he's still back there somewhere!"
"Hey, hey, hey," the guard said, looking confused and, even more, worried that something important had happened on his shift that he'd missed! "Slow down, sweetheart. Who attacked you? What are you even doing here?"
Spot sniffed loudly again, (mostly) fabricated tears still falling freely. "I- I wanted to stay late and study," she said guiltily. "I don't know who the man was. I didn't even get a good look at him. I think he got away- I- I was so scared!"
The guard frowned, sleepy and uncertain and still worried about his job performance. The girl, though obviously the victim of some kind, was babbling nonsensically. "So you hid here to study late in the library? Then a strange, unseen man attacked you? But was chased away by..." He looked up at Jarrett then. "And who are you? What are you doing here?"
"He's the janitor, of course!" Spot blurted out quickly before Jarrett could answer. Given his track record so far, he'd probably say, 'I'm an assassin who just dropped in because this girl has a price on her head.'
But maybe it would have been better for Spot to let the man answer (or not) himself, because her quick answer raised a look of suspicion in the old guard, whose attention now turned to the bag carrying Mr. Allendale. "Eh, what's that there? What are you carrying?"