"Clothes would be nice, but please could you pop these back into place? It hurts so much." Said the girl, with a pleading look in her eyes. Matt looked at her fingers and cringed at how misshapen and out of place they were. "Allright, but its gonna hurt like hell." He took her fingers in his hands and after the count of three, he popped her fingers back into place. She screamed into her hand as he did it, but it seemed to have worked. 

"Now... about those clothes?" she asked. Matt un-slung his backpack and gave her a pair of jeans that weren't really her size, as well as a sweatshirt with a zipper. "No shoes, i'm afraid. The girl took the offered clothes and started to put them on. She explained herself and her situation, but Matt found it hard to concentrate. Even cut up, bruised and battered, Matt could tell that she was beautiful. [i]Red Hair, Blue Eyes, Freckles, you just don't see beauty like that anymore.[/i] Matt thought to himself. He was shaken out of his revery when she mentioned a co-worker that was hung upside down in the nude. Matt cringed at that. 

"Thank you for the help. You saved my life," the girl said. Matt tried not to blush, but if the girl noticed, she didn't say anything. "I don't have anything to pay you with, but if you get me back into the city to my apartment, I've got a few ration cards saved and a small bottle of scotch I could give to you. It's not much, but it's all I have." Matt found himself nodding before realizing what he was saying yes to. "You don't have to pay me." he said [i]What?! You're saying no to scotch and food? What the hell is wrong with you?![/i] Matt's brain said. Ignoring this, Matt stuck his hand out. "I'm Matt, by the way."