Tarrow finishes off his whiskey plainly, placing down the shot glass and leaving behind a coin as a few people looked at him worriedly. Not paying attention to any of them, he slowly walks out the bar with his hands in his pockets, swinging open the door and walking outside to the fresh air. He could hear people muttering behind him, but he couldn't care less.
Coming up to Faye's house, he plainly knocks on the door as his eyes dart around the town. A thief. Running with someone's purse.
"Good grief. People just don't get it, do they." Tarrow coldly mumbles to himself, and the brass loop over his hand slowly extends into the usual huge chain, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the thief screaming as the brass collides with his stomach, knocking him out and making him drop the purse. Not even looking to receive thanks from the girl who was robbed, Tarrow plainly looks back to the door as he swings the chain over his shoulder.