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[color=F0E68C][h2]September 7th | Alan's Apartment | NYC / NY | 20XX[/h2][/color][/Center]

The way Alan responded made Lindy a bit nervous. She figured between the bandaging and such she'd get away with the lie, but he seemed a bit wary of her. The smile on her face curved a bit more, a nervous red coming to her features as she tried to repress arguing with how he replied. If she said more, it'd be suspicious. But really, most of the outcomes for this were suspicious, so was she in the clear for real anyways? At least her arm was getting bandaged up; Things could be worse.

Lindy turned her head slightly as he continued; Valued customer, huh? She had to admit, despite just worrying her with his suspicion she was already on the verge of laughing. [color=F0E68C]"Remind me to give you five-star customer service."[/color] She replied, a small chuckle escaping her despite trying to hold most of it back. It was pretty convenient that her favorite cinnamon-roll supplier also had some doctoring talent. Definitely not something to complain about. [color=F0E68C]"Right. No heavy lifting, I'll keep that in mind..."[/color] How much did Xander weigh, anyways? He was like a slab of muscle with limbs. Probably heavier than anything she could carry normally.

At least, that she used to be able to carry normally... She kept repeating the situation in her mind. How the hell did she throw him like that? And crazier, he was alive. Not that she wanted him dead, but it was still shocking. The whole fire thing, too... It was just repeated questions in her mind that wouldn't go away. She didn't feel like much could distract her from--

Ooo. A bottle of cold water!

[color=F0E68C]"'Preciate it."[/color] She offered in thanks, accepting the bottle with no hesitation. She pinched the cap of the bottle in an attempt to unscrew it, but found herself denting it somewhat... Thankfully she managed to just pull it off. She could feel sweat coming on from how nervous this shit kept making her. Thankfully, Alan was distracted with the TV. She hadn't really expected to stay, and as channels offering reports on the attack flickered by, she realized maybe she didn't want to stay long. Having Alan figure her out right now did not seem... Optimal. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by him speaking with her. The hospital? They'd still question what happened, in a more aggressive sense than Alan was, for sure. If she went to the hospital her mom would know. She couldn't have that. [color=F0E68C]"I-It's okay, Alan. It's feeling better already. I just need to give it some time. I'll go home in a little bit and just rest. You did a great job."[/color] She was trying to be kind about it, as he was only showing concern. But damn it, she didn't want anyone else knowing about this! There was too much trouble that could happen. Alan was enough of a witness, she didn't need more questioning her.

[color=F0E68C]"... Hey."[/color] She muttered, squinting her eyes at him. Something had seemed off about his face, but she hadn't pinned it until now: Where were those little fancy glasses of his? He did all of that just now, and was watching TV, without his glasses? That was weird. Veeerrrry very very weird. She leaned forward a little, staring into his eyes with her same squinting expression.

[color=F0E68C]"Don't you usually have four eyes? Where're your glasses?"[/color]