He looked down at the glass all over the alley. His sonic blow had broken quite a few windows on the surrounding buildings. The alleyway faintly sparkled like that. But the damage meant police were coming very soon.

Vesper had a mask on. One he could hide behind to pull the torn fragments of himself together. He squared his shoulders like a hero should and walked over to his wife. Curious people would come see what happened in this quiet.

"Thank you. For your help." His voice modulator had not been damaged. He didn't sound like himself, but at least he didn't sound like a cartoon character this time. He gently put a gloved hand on her arm. "You should go home. Your husband's probably waiting for you."