Soh did her best to regain her composure, but, let's be honest, how much composure does a woman in her situation have? She still trembled slightly as she sipped at her tea, which had cooled in the moments it had taken her to recover from her panic attack. More than anything else, she was beginning to feel tired, deeply exhausted in a way she'd never felt before. "Thank you," she said again. She hesitated, then: "Truly, Mateo, thank you. I don't know what I'd have done if..." If he hadn't been there, if the man had died, if she'd been left alone in the dark.
As Mateo began rummaging about what appeared to be a first aid kit of some sort, Soh realized that she probably should clean up before she tried to go home. A black eye, she might be able to play off, but having fresh wounds and dried blood on her? That would probably raise a few eyebrows. "I - I don't mind," she said. "But you've already done so much. I can do it." She reached for the supplies. Once a mirror was produced, she would carefully clean the blood from her face, wincing slightly as she wiped around her left eye.
As Mateo began rummaging about what appeared to be a first aid kit of some sort, Soh realized that she probably should clean up before she tried to go home. A black eye, she might be able to play off, but having fresh wounds and dried blood on her? That would probably raise a few eyebrows. "I - I don't mind," she said. "But you've already done so much. I can do it." She reached for the supplies. Once a mirror was produced, she would carefully clean the blood from her face, wincing slightly as she wiped around her left eye.
