Andy frowned at what the man said to him, it didn't make much sense. Being sent here to suffer? It was obvious from all the fluids on the face this man hadn't exactly enjoyed this event, but the answer raised even more questions. Questions beginning with 'who' and 'why', but first things first, the arrow wouldn't remove itself. He took in what the man said, people bringing other people somewhere to suffer and place bets sounded like the plot for a movie, there were at least three movies he could name with a similar plot. 

At least the thug seemed to relax now. "It's weird the sun feels cold," he admitted as he tended to the man's wound. One more weird thing going on here, he began to wonder if the plane had even landed on earth. He ignored the sound of the car for the moment, keeping his attention on the actual wound care first. 

At the end of the treatment he wrapped a bandage around the knee and he glanced over his shoulder to see the doors of the Rolls Royce open, the bloody arrow lay on the ground next to him. Then he heard the last sentence the thug spoke and Andy looked at his patient again, followed by a sigh. He had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Surely that wasn't aimed at him, he had been invited here to take care of someone's treatment. Unless the e-mail was false. He shook his head, for the moment he didn't want to assume that. As far as he knew Tafans was in need of help and he was intend on giving it. One thing was obvious, judging from the terror in the eyes this man was afraid of the Rolls Royce, or the people in it, and there had to be a reason for that.

He started packing his supplies again and put them in the backpack. "Listen, don't put any pressure on your knee, or if you do, be very careful with your movements, you don't want the stitches to tear. And you might want to go to a hospital for a scan of that knee and probably a tetanus shot." He smiled briefly as he got up on his feet. "I can't do much more and I have a patient to see, but I can give you a little more of my time if you care to explain about who sent you here to suffer and why. And I don't suppose you know Tafans? A Kanuri boy?" It was worth a shot, even though he doubted this man would know the whereabouts of the patient he was supposed to see. The one who most likely knew that was the recently deceased driver. 

He had no idea who the people in the Rolls Royce were or why the doors opened, but one way or the other he needed to get some directions and get where he had to be. If this man couldn't answer, he'd ask the people in the brass-coloured vehicle. Which didn't seem like the best idea judging from the terror in the eyes of the thug when he looked at it, but maybe it was the only option he had. Unless he'd go around asking random people on the street.