[b][color=#c4422b]"Oh. Uh. Thank you, Ma- Sir. Sorry. Sir,"[/color][/b] Maeve said, knowing full and well that she ought to be more concerned with Silavrae's apparent absence seizure than this individual's penis. 

Which she was, she reminded herself as she snuck side-eyed glance toward Madison's crotch. She blinked. Back to the issue at hand. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"Um, I don't know if she, uh- I'm not really good with medical stuff and all that kind of, you know-"[/color][/b] 

Maeve tilted her head to one side at the man's request, and then took a small step back from Silvarae, still facing the woman. The ginger's eyes followed the length of her fellow Rune's body, and she shook her head. The girl was stock still, evidently frozen like the shitty cash register at work. That old piece of junk always seemed to work once someone smacked the side of it, but Maeve quickly pushed the solution from her head. 

Why a touch from another Rune could fix the problem, Maeve could not guess. 

But then again, she had started shooting fire out of her hands a few months ago, and had been essentially kidnapped by a group of rich weirdos. Literally nothing about any of this made sense. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"I can try?"[/color][/b] she offered, the last word bending upwards in pitch with hesitance. Even when nothing made sense, Maeve liked to have a vague idea of where she stood. And this was way off from that. 

She extended a calloused hand toward the womans's shoulder, a vague concern that Silvarae may shatter upon contact floating in the back of her mind. [b][color=#c4422b]"Um, Blondie- Er. Zero?"[/color][/b]