"Hmm," she said, trying her best to stay calm. "Well...I-I work at a pharmacist. We can go there and figure something out." Forcing herself to make a decision, she called the ambulance and told them the situation and location, then hung up quickly. It seemed that the messy, fun lab work would have to wait. She finally noticed the sword, and it seemed so out of place she was struck dumb for a second. "Is...is that a sword?" [i]The sword doesn't matter, dammit. Psychiatric help matters.[/i] "Anyways, we can walk, or I can call a taxi. It's your choice."