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Having just spoken to the young lady who seemed rather like a ballerina, and asking around to several others, always in a hushed, shy voice, for a woman about whom she knows very few things - one of those few that she is named "Moiraine" - Hotaru leans against a table.

She is clutching her chest, and her eyes are downcast.

Her inquiries have led her to nothing. Thank heaven she was able to get something to eat, but she is still here, for a second day.

Her breathing has become more labored, but the look on her face, (albeit covered mostly by hair, her head being hung), is one that implies that she is more irritated than concerned with this attack.

Then, without warning, it intensifies.

And she collapses, completely unconscious.

[ooc: And there she will stay! Until she wakes up, or until someone finds the need to relocate her. As long as you don't do anything like undress her or root through her things, feel free to relocate her, or leave her, as you Will.]

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Ein trots through the restaurant, looking for his friends or snacks or maybe a cat to chase (just for the fun of it, of course). Being a corgi, he covers the space methodically... and comes across the unconscious girl on the floor.

*sniff?*

He licks her cheek a few times; when she doesn't stir, he sits down next to her, his brow furrowed.

Decisively, he tips his head back and asks for assistance, 'OOOOOOOOoooooOOOOooooooowwww!'

*Edward bounds down the stair, obvious because she heard Ein, but who knows, she walks over to Ein*
What's wrong, Ein?
*sees the unconcious girl*
Ein, where did you get the girl?

Shit.

How come it was always trouble with those two?

"Yeah, Ein. What'd you do?"

Ein looks back at Spike reprovingly. No licks for you, mister.

No love lost here.

"And to think, Ein, I was saving half a steak for you." He shakes his head, hiding a grin.

Ein stares at Spike, looks pointedly back at the girl, then back at Spike.

'WOOF!'

"Yeah, yeah. Unconscious girl first, leftover steak later."

Why does this shit always happen when he's around, anyhow?

Edward heard Ein, Edward came downstairs and saw Ein and the girl, edward doesn't know where the gilr is from, but Ein is not happy.

*she shakes her head*

"Well, shit. We should move her away from the middle of the floor at least." Spike looks around for a likely spot and finds one: a booth at an empty table that doesn't look any less comfortable than the floor. "Ed, you take her feet and I'll grab her shoulders..."

*Edward goes to her feet and lifts them up*
Ed has her feet.
*she smiles*

Seeing the humans seem to be managing things, Ein runs over to the Bar.

'Woof?'

A damp, chilled towel materialises in mid-air, just high enough for Ein to make a jump to grab it before it hits the floor. He runs back over to his human friends, waiting for them to finish moving the girl before offering the towel.

"On the count of three."

He could have done it himself, but why turn down help. They hoist the unconscious girl over to the booth and set her down.

Spike peers down at her face, curious.

"Wonder what happened."

He shrugs towards Ed and lights a cigarette. "Seen Faye around?"

*Ed shrugs her shoulders*
No Faye.

Ein jumps up, putting his front feet up against Spike's knee, offering the towel for the girl's forehead. He's seen Spike use the same remedy often enough -- when the human wasn't practically mummified in bandages, that is.

Spike nods and takes the towel. "Maybe you will get that steak after all, Ein."

He puts the towel on the girl's forehead -- not that it makes much difference -- but at least they've done something for her.

That's kind of that. He's not in the hero business.

"That's gonna have to do for now."

Ein stops howling, having got the help he needed. After giving Ed's foot a quick lick, he looks up at her and tilts his head back and forth, the picture of canine puzzlement.

*Ed smiles*

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