Odessa wildly shook her head, 'No. No, no, no!' she replied, her voice frantically raised. 'I won't hurt you!' The medic raised her hands, 'See?' she asked, 'Nothing'. She'd never dare hurt anyone, and she could see this man had been badly treated in his life, something she could never sympathise with. A wild thought flashed through her mind, though it was dismissed by her own conscience. 'Capture him and bring him to Salsola... No. That would be cruel! Odessa looked around and stepped forward to follow him, still keeping a few metres behind him before pausing at the door he stepped through, unsure whether she should without verbal consent.
'What's your name?' she asked, crossing her arms against the cold. She had no idea how this stranger dealt with it. His fur was much shorter than her own, much better suited to hotter climates. The Egyptian desert probably, since that was what Odessa deduced from the strange markings and jewels. And of course the loose grasp of English, akin to what Novak spoke, though granted the Serb's grasp was a little tighter that the Egyptians.
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