Of course, Cinead [I]did[/I] snort saufley at the nonchalance in Anna‘s voice when she spoke of her burn, but he would determine for himself if it was “not that bad” for himself soon enough. Pressing A button on the driver‘s side door that locked the car, Cinead gently pulled his mate out of the way before shutting the door and focusing on her question. “My apartment is in the building that is second from the last on the left, facing the inner side of the complex on the third floor.” He said smoothly, tugging her gently along behind him by their still linked hands. Leading her through a neatly groomed lawn and under some trees, Cinead led Anna up three short flights of stairs to the top landing of one of the stairwells, pausing in front of the door. “Well,” he huffed quietly, “ we might have a problem. My keys are back in the clearing with my pants...” Sighing heavily through his nose, Cinead glanced towards Anna, dropping her hand as he started back down the stairs. “ wait here a moment. I might have a solution.”