Poitr thinks the girl looks slightly less terrified of him. He checks his phone. 4 missed calls. 12 new text messages. Most are probably for work. He's tempted to see if any are from his wife. He dismisses the notification and opens the dialer. [i]1, 1, 2, Send.[/i] Still crouching in front of her, he wants to comfort her, but he doesn't know what else to do or say. He's reminded of standing in front of his wife not too long ago.

"112 what is your emergency?" The words snap him back.

"Um, yes I need an ambulance. I found a girl. she's hurt, beat-up, bleeding. I-"

"What is your location?"

[i]How far did I walk?[/i] "Past the Old Toad." He composes his thoughts. "West of the Old Toad Inn, off of King Street. I don't know the name of the street."

"What species is she?"

"Human." Pretty sure she's human, anyways.

"Please stay on the line."