"Holy shit," Summer blurts out, staring at Rebekah, unsure of what to make of any of what's just happened. If it were just her being physically capable, that would be one thing. As far as she can tell, that's true of all of them, however much difficulty they might have had fending off these assholes. What Rebekah is doing is something else, though. Shoe still in hand, though she's increasingly certain that she won't need to put it to use — which is great, because otherwise, it would be evidence when the police get here, and she'd have to walk home with only one like freaking Cinderella, and that story really downplays how difficult it is to balance in one high heel — she takes a few shaky breaths of her own, then glances at Olive, though the other girl is clearly as uncertain as she is. "Seriously, how is that — he's listening to you."