He's finishing up buttoning his shirt and rolling his sleeve back up when the door to the bungalow opens and Steve comes out, walking a step behind a fragile looking girl who has her arms wrapped around her torso and is glancing around the scene with huge, terrified eyes, and Danny gives himself time for a half a second of what the hell before heading towards them.

A crooked finger brings two of the EMTs over; they jog up, slowing as the girl startles, recoils, looks back at Steve, who, to his credit, is actually pulling off reassuring slightly more than homicidal. "Cheng de," he's saying, "ta men pengyou, ta men bang bang," which Danny doesn't understand, because of course Steve speaks whatever the hell this is, but it relaxes the girl enough to allow the medics to take her away to the ambulance, even if she's shaking like a leaf the whole time.

She'll be taken care of; Danny reaches to grab Steve's elbow, tip his head towards the side of the house that isn't crawling with HPD cops. "Who's that?"