Sarse
Sarse guessed it was an understandable doubt. Angels most certainly did none of that, but Just had no way of knowing he was one, and the norm here in Nexus City for what mortals called the supernatural seemed rather different from his universe. Maybe it was even more different in Just's. Since his arrival, the seraph had seen undead, etherals and many other beings of myth (the majority of which were extinct in his world) roaming freely - and some were reputed for attacking and devouring humans. He couldn't blame a mortal for being wary of such beings. But even knowing there were reasons for Just's words, he almost scowled in reaction.
Given recent events, Sarse couldn't help but feel a bit childishly hurt over the question. Regardless, he answered solemnly. "I do neither of those things. If anything, my purpose is closer to protecting humanity."
Butler
The panic alarms at the precinct started blaring, red lights in the main hall flashing in synchronicity. The noise of the wall collapsing alone had probably drawn more guards to attention than the alerts. A couple of cops had fallen to their feet or swayed off-balance with the very impact down in the parking lot, but already they were scrambling to their feet.
Butler registered Lorenzo's request as more police members ran towards the cell and the parking lot. He heard one in the street yell, raising her pistol at Suiren.
"Freeze! Not another inch or I'll shoot!"
Butler chuckled softly to himself as others reached for their firearms as well despite general expressions of offbalance, unsure whether to focus on his master or Lorenzo. He called out to the pirate, "Excuse me for a moment."
With prenaturally swiftness, Butler leapt down. In an instant shorter than a regular human could register, he stepped behind the policewoman who had taken the initiative and seized her. Before she could react, he had her in a choke hold. She struggled, attempting to break the grapple even as her colleagues noticed - but in a few seconds, before any of them could react properly, she went unconscious.
A policeman yelled something and drew his gun in Butler's direction. At the same time, the policewoman went limp in his arms and the prodigious servant caught her pistol mid-air as she dropped it.
He adjusted his grip in a tenth of a second, aimed, and squeezed the trigger. The eager officer's grip spazzed, and he cried out as his hand was hit. He dropped the gun which went off, bullet straying nowhere.
Not missing a beat, Butler planted a warning shot at the feet of the other cops, even as their fellow clutched his hand. He shook his head, keeping the policewoman he'd knocked out firmly held on his arm.
"So inelegant. Can't you see my master wishes to have a proper bout with the gentleman there?" He began, speaking like a tutor to a difficult child. Pistol still aimed at the policemen, he turned his head towards the inside of the precient through the broken wall.
The man who was keeping watch on the now broken cell blinked as Butler commanded his attention, saying: "You there. Bring the fine pirate what he asked for and explain to your colleagues it would be in everyone's best interest to remain calm."
