Her sense of observation was one honed by learning to pick up on the smallest details that could prove a hint or a sign as to the next course of action. It was a skill learned over the past six years to never leaving anything out of consideration, for it might well be the most important detail to the project at hand. However, it was also one that had been taught to her even from an early age when her parents went abroad for the next ‘treasure hunt’ in her mother’s career. Countless times Amber could recall with her hands filled with dirt or sand as she was told to play while mother worked, her father always watching over them both as he entertained his mother’s mind or spun a tale for his beloved daughter. It was how she’d found her first artifact right under her mother’s nose. It was a worn and broken tip of a blade, which lead to her mother discovering the first proof that women had served as warriors to the Norsemen. That blade was sitting in the London museum on loan from her family… now her as her parents were dead.<br/><br/>Her ability had not left her when she felt him pull away in order to reach the vacant bench. Her eyes were already down towards the ground to ensure their pathway was not obstructed and further folly would befall them. It was then she noticed a particular lack of sway below his waistline and the fact she took notice gave her a flush left unattended. Amber quickly looked up as she reached out to further give aid. Lines formed across her forehead with worry at seeing his pain. She nearly let the thoughts of those muscles her fingers toyed along as well as the glint within his gaze. Now was not time nor the place to think of this poor injured man in that manner. Though, a voice echoed in the back of her mind, “You never know if it could lead to drinks!”<br/><br/>He must have reached his limit in being mobile for his body sought the bench before he was ready and his hands hadn’t had time to release her. Amber fell forward in clumsy fashion so that she ended up on the bench beside him almost too close for comfort. “I wouldn’t say I’m a life saver yet. We’re not out of the woods, so to speak,” she told him in pun as they were indeed surrounded by trees. She waited until he was settled before reaching up and under her shirt where an armband with her phone resided and pulled it from the velcro sheath.<br/><br/>“I know you need ice, but we’re too deep into the park to go anywhere feasible. I’ll call my roommate and see if she can bring us some and maybe a stretcher.” Amber tried holding back the playful smile as she teased him some, attempting to lighten the situation. Her fingers quickly tapped along the surface of her cell to send the text and then waited for a reply. “First time in the park? Look there…” she pointed forward to the view of the ocean. The sun was higher up in the sky and it was an inviting sight. It should keep his mind off his ankle as she noticed the skinned knee was starting to dry up. It would need cleaning.<br/><br/>“You need to lift that ankle up. Here. Turn and rest it on the bench, or if you prefer on my leg,” Amber offered scooting to the very edge of her side of the bench. Her cell buzzed in vibration and she read the words on the screen. “Eureka,” she breathed quietly before shooting the message to bring the first aid kit. Not even ten seconds later the phone began to ring and Amber cringed.<br/><br/>“No, Sera. I’m fine. It's not me. IT’s. NOT. ME. For christ’s sake. Mother hen much?” Amber glanced over to the British man and gave him an expression of apology. “Yes, Ice. His ankle is at least sprained and his knee bled some…. What? Oh, sure. Bring a crutch. Though, I have a feeling when you see the poor soul to fall victim to this park, you’ll wish you were the crutch.”<br/><br/>Had she just said that? Oh dear gods. All of them. Amber’s blush went far deeper this time as she knew he obviously had just heard her compliment his looks. What was wrong with her?! She typically had far more propriety than this.