The girl's wiry legs landed on either side of her chest. Sabrina grasped tightly on to the girl's arms to stop the blows coming her way. She needed to make her understand. "I promise I won't hurt you. I'm looking for Caitlyn Collins. Maybe you know her." The girl emitted a wail. Sabrina couldn't tell if it was pain or some sort of acknowledgment. Cautiously, she let her fingers slip from around the girl's biceps. While the girl's posture slumped from its formerly rigid position, Sabrina turned to the girls harassing Kane. "Arresto," she shouted in Italian. When that didn't work, she tried German. "Anhalten." No luck. Spanish? "Detener." Either she hadn't hit the right language or nothing was going to stop them short of force. The girl moved to a sitting position before she turned her attention to Sabrina. "Who are you?" The words came out almost as a curse. Sabrina's heart kick-started in her chest as she sat. With trembling fingers, she touched the wisp of hair surrounding the girl's face.
