Damsel in Distress

Click, click, click of designer heels across the cold pavement of that night, clicking her way down the downtown streets of Manta Carlos. Not all pink, though - that'd be too cliché. Instead, she looked as chic as you could get in a cute little outfit. A cute little tan skirt with a tight grey shirt overtop, and a black cardigan over that. Chic as can be. Of course, her boots made a sort of clicking sound against the pavement. All her shoes would. She was just that type of girl.
Which also meant that she had a cute little purse with her, containing her wallet and phone. Apparently, to the two muggers behind her, that looked like the ideal target to rob. They'd make a fortune, right? If she'd just go down the alley they were waiting in...
Fortunately for them, she was juuust unaware enough to use that alley to get to the complex that had the bus stop she needed to get back to the school. She click-clicked through, smiling...
Until she saw the balaclava-clad men in front of her, holding a gun up to her chest. One even grabbed her shoulder from behind, squeezing hard.
Understandably, Amelia was scared
"Wh-what? P-Please don't.. don't hurt me! I'm s-sure we c-can work something out, please let go of m-"
"GIVE US ALL YOUR MONEY! Your phone, too - or else we gonna put all eight inches of this steel up in your head." One of the attackers brandished an exacto knife, and Amelia shivered.
"I-If it's money you want, then we can c-come to an agreement, right? There's - there's no need for violence. Why don't we, um.. s-sit down and talk this out? I can give you money, if you wan -"
"GIVE US YOUR MONEY, DUMB BITCH!" the attacker yelled again. Her shoulder hurt, and she cried out in pain.
"HELP!"

@Saber

They were so close. She was so close to being gutted like one of those icky fish at the markets. She'd even thrown up her hands and crouched into as much of a ball as she could.
It all happened so fast, though - one second, she was about to become beautiful fish fillet - and the next, the muggers were laying unconscious on the ground, cracks echoing through the alleyway. Ew, were those sounds of fingers breaking? Amelia glanced around herself, trying to get a hold of what was going on.
Someone in a mask (hoodie?) was (very stylishly) bringing the hilt of one of the attackers' guns to his face, knocking him out easily, before the masked guy unloaded and tossed the weapon aside. A sidestep of the blade attacker, and he too dropped like a bag of bricks to the ground. It was all blurs of movement, and before she knew it, it was over, the only sound being that of their collective breathing, and her shaky breaths.
"Are you okay?"
That was what the guy in the mask had asked her. Timidly, she nodded her head. Yes, she was okay - thanks to him.
"Y-yes, I'm fine... Thank you."
He'd just saved her life - oh, but where was her purse.
"Oh... my purse... where is it?"

Her savior turned toward her, and she could feel his blank stare through the lenses at her, almost like he was seeing past her, or didn't see her at all. At least, eye-wise. She was sure he smelled her perfume, though subtle. All things considered - wait, was he sniffing the air? Like a cat would?
She giggled a bit.
As he tilted his head at her and went to fetch her purse, she double-checked her surroundings. Amelia had been really kind of stupid, she realized, to use a dark alley in the middle of the night. Just the thought sounded sketchy. Really, it was her fault! But none of that mattered now, because she was safe and really indebted to her savior.
Who... wore a trench coat. Unusually stylish - but then again, he was a vigilante, of sorts. Like a superhero.
"You... you saved my life - oh my Gods, how can I repay you? I mean, you saved my life! Please, um... Oh! Here, you can have some money!"
She dug through her purse, seizing a fifty bill and holding it out to the guy.
"By the way, you're really hot-looking - I love your trenchcoat. In any other manner it'd lok pretty weird, but you rock it naturally. "

"On it," Amelia smiled, tugging her cellphone out from her skirt's pocket and tapping it a few times. "You know," she continued, tap-tapping on her phone and smiling at him, "I could have fended them off. I've had some boyfriends like that. Total creeps, the lot of them. Ugh. But you better bet I'm staying away from all these dark alleyways. It's kind of stupid to use them anyway - hello? Yes, I'd like to report a mugging." She put the phone up to her ear and gave the vigilante - oh she didn't get his name! - a coy little "shush" gesture. "Yes, they mugged me. They're total creeps...." She gave them the name of the street they were on, then hung up.
Sirens in the distance.
"Oh! I never did get your name. Do you... do you have a name? Ooh, maybe i can take you out to dinner or something, as thanks for saving me. Would that be okay?"

@Saber