Before Solana could reply, the woman had dove back into her vehicle, shuffling until withdrawing victoriously with a white box. Within lay the bandaids and creams of a well stocked first aid kit. Gentle, warm hands applied a wipe to clear the blood, followed by a clear liquid and finally a bandaid. The clear strip instantly bonded to her skin, melting invisibly into the flesh to protect the wound as all band aids did., “Let me buy you a drink?�

“Oh, no, it's fine. This was quite helpful.� Solana said, feeling embarrassed about the whole ordeal, “I hope your car isn't scratched?�

“My car? Goodness that's the last thing I'm worried about!� She laughed, “I am Enikie.�

Solana grasped the offered hand and shook, “I'm Solana.�

“And please, let me buy you a drink. It'll make me feel better.� Enikie insisted, the concerned look etched in her face. Feeling rather guilty, Solana gave in with a nod.

“Well, couldn't hurt.� And it was in this manner that the two headed into a cafe. The older woman paid for two cups of tea, settling into a chair close to the door.

“Do you always drink tea?� Solana inquired.

“Actually I rather enjoy wines and such, but I wasn't sure if you'd be old enough or if the situation called for alcohols.� She laughed easily, her face reminding Solana of a mother figure, “Though I really don't drink a lot, I just like the tastes so I use it as a way of treating myself once in a while. I actually run an orphanage, so I dare not bring anything of the sort inside.�