[b]Damien raised a mere eyebrow, not willing to speak. He'd seen the look before... It reminded him of years gone by...[/b] [b]He continued to sit across from her, knowing that she'd exhaust herself... Maybe even knock herself in the process. She was so vehement in her sobs...[/b] [b]Time seemed to pass, Damien eventually lighting a cigarette, placing it in-between his upper lip and lower metal jaw. Eventually he spoke up, assuming she had enough time to think.[/b] [i]"Alright, kid, you got choices here. You can talk to me, I can try to help you, or you can continue to assume I'm a lowlife out to harm you... I say option two... I can walk you to medical, we can take the public route if you don't trust me enough. You'd have witnesses if something happened... I'll give you a coat or something..."[/i]