Before Yosuke can open his mouth to shove his foot in it (no, really, most of this blood by far is hers, isn't it obvious?), Xion's entourage is hustling her away down the hall. With one last nervous glance back, he hurries after them, meekly and unusually quiet. As fine as the third girl would certainly be under better lighting, neither the severe look on her face nor the anguished look on the younger guy's are expressions that Yosuke feels up to crossing. He'd eventually have to hide under a table or something, and his legs feel like lead. So do his arms, his back, and most of all his brain. It was obvious after the first one he tried out there that Dia spells can't patch up flesh wounds, but -

- but sheesh, do they think he'd pretend it was nothing if he had taken a hit? Does he look that reckless? Well - ahaha, on second thoughts, probably. If he wasn't, the thug back there might not have panicked...

"What're you gonna do with her now?" he asks hesitantly, not caring much who he sounds like he's addressing. He might be allowed to say that much. Or they might tell him to go away and stew by himself for a while, but they haven't yet.