Jared looked down at the whimpering girl, her head was cut open and she was bleeding. He didn't know what to do as he watched his comrade go to the manager's office. He ran his finger along the cut, trying to wipe off the blood. "I'm sorry, miss..." he read he name tag. It was a white peice of paper with Maria scribbled on it. "Maria." She was struggling not to scream, so he put his gun in his pants and picked her up.
"Look, it'll be fine. We just need to get out of here, I really don't want anyone to die. Billy shot at some cops, so they aren't gonna let us go so quick. I really ain't lookin for a lead bullet implanted in my head, y'know?" he put her next to the wall and tended to her wounds a bit. "You remind me of my ex, all stubborn-like. I ain't never hit her though, so sorry about your head." He pat her gently, not sure what to say. He didn't want to terrorize these people, they had lives too. He looked back to the managers office while fiddling with his gun in his hand, a third member of the gang keeping a close watch on the entrance.