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A number of conversations had slowly started to take place around her. Milena heard just a handful of voices, and she could have sworn she also heard a few foreign words being exchanged from somewhere behind her, although it came as no surprise given the diversity of the various backgrounds from the people that were currently present. 

[i]“Hey Ma’am,”[/I] Milena turned her head, seeing one of the young men addressing her out of the blue. He invited her to join the conversation he himself was having with someone else. Milena smiled at his subsequent comment, noting that even though she had some height to her for a female, it didn't come anywhere near as close to his. Unapproachable? No, far from it. Intimidating? Possibly, but then again, she wasn't his enemy so she didn't have to worry about that.

"Please, call me Milena," she smiled, reaching out a hand as she spoke, "I'd rather you save such pleasantries to address the elderly, not a young woman such as myself." Milena then turned to the quiet man standing off to the side. "How do you do," she greeted him with the same warm smile, noticing his complexion was a few shades darker than hers. She took a moment to guess where he could be from, but that proved to be a losing match for her almost immediately. A number of nationalities were currently present at the moment, just waiting outside of the train before it was ready to be boarded again. One would have to be extremely patient to play that guessing game. 

"If I may, how's your head?" Milena had suddenly remembered the blond's earlier blunder. She motioned for him to bend his knees to she could take a better look. "Don't worry, I'm a medic, I know what I'm doing." 

Milena wasn't exactly sure why she felt the need to validate herself, but nonetheless, it always helped when the person who was under her care trusted her to do her job.