If he had a gun, he didn't have time to draw it: Nathaniel was suddenly on top of him, riding him to the pavement and pinning him in an iron grip. The shaking was worse and despite the very noticeable tears welling up in his eyes, the sudden shift to an inhuman blue-grey behind those tears was hard to miss.

His baby girl? No...his person. HIS. PERSON.

"WHERE?!" His voice was half snarl, half screech as panic took over.