As Jack (and the victim himself, actually) takes care of dispersing the remaining birds, Dorothy's dog starts barking from a little alcove at the side of a building. She decides Rex has a point-- getting at least a bit sheltered from the birds is a smart idea; that way the birds won't be able to attack as easily, and they can be hit more easily by herself and the guy with the pistol. Helping him to his feet, Dorothy half-drags the bleeding man underneath the awning where her dog sits. He's bleeding pretty badly from the face and probably requires at least a bit of medical attention, but given the way he's cursing, it's probably not anything lethal.

Unless the birds are poisonous, which at this point, Dorothy isn't putting past them.

She smiles when he thanks her for her help, because at least it seems despite his cursing he has some manners... and then he has to go and be all rude to the nice man with the gun from the coffee shop. He only came to help, after all, and as much as she disapproved of guns, the man was a damn good shot.

"My job," she answers, matter-of-factly. It looks like that's just about all he's going to get on that score. Standing, she calls to the man with the gun. "They're leaving," she shouts, and they are. Seems as though one or two get hit, and three or five disappear alongside it. "Get the big groups, I'll take care of the rest!"