Ana furiously wiped the tears from her face as she tried to regain her self control, not by tinkering with her brain chemistry but the healthy, normal way. 

"B-but she could ha-have done so much more. She-e's a hero, she spent her life for other people, and now it's ru-ruined. There has to be someone who can fix this, surely!" Ana's sorrow was turning to anger at the injustice in front of her. Dreadlock was a hero, and she had been rewarded with suffering. Ana was a thief, and even if she had been in the same position, her condition would have been a mild inconvenience for a few days, maximum.

[I]With my abilities, I can heal any wound in minuites. So why can't I help this person, this good person, through her accident?[/i]

Suddenly standing up so fast her chair fell over, Ana grabbed the medical bag and headed for the door, making the excuse that she 'needed some time alone.' Not that she needed to explain herself, she didn't even know those people. It wasn't likely they'd ever meet again. Pushing the bag into the arms of a passing nurse, she pushed past a wealthy looking man complaining about not being attended, even though he looked barely injured. He didn't even glance at her in the busy hallway, a mistake he was sure to regret later.

She waited until she was outside and down a nearby alley before she changed, her features flowing from Ana to Jester, though still wearing normal clothes. She frowned as she opened her hand partway, a shiny gold pocket watch falling to the end of the chain between her fingers. With that and the man's wallet, she should be able to afford the medical books and equipment she thought she needed.

"Who wears a pocket watch these days, really." She muttered to herself, heading off to find her favorite fence. As luck would have it, he typically hung out around this area. Hopefully he hadn't gotten caught up in the destruction.

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