Oh, he'd recognise that voice anywhere. He'd been making his way around that area in an effort to avoid these creatures, and had just about gotten back to a safer part of the street when he hears, well, that.

He whirls and, sure enough, there's his sister, one shoe in her hand, looking ready to take down a crowd of those insect-men. The sight brings back memories of Pepa easily taking la chancla to anyone who'd dare insult her family. She probably could take down these creatures, only they have a tendency to swarm and really, the only thing to do is escape.

So he runs forward, grasping her arm as she lifts it to throw. "Woah, woah, woah, woah, Pepa, hermana, this is not a fight you can win--it's not a fight any one person can win, or even two people, we gotta run...."