[He's bent over the man, tugging his arms behind his back as he works the strap over his wrists.]

Not sure I did. You seemed to have it in hand.

[Still, it made more sense to jump in than have her deal with it. And he felt a surge of satisfaction that he'd been able to do so. She was rubbing her wrist and he could tell she'd have bruises there, a lingering reminder, and it just made him want to kick the mugger again. In the dick.

He didn't, but he wanted to.]

You should wait somewhere closer to the light. You'll want them to see you when they pull up and he might have friends.