She was confused and disoriented which was to be expected. But she seemed less focused on her injury than was normal and by the way she was touching her neck, he surmised that that was likely the first time she had changed. It was in keeping with the legends he'd heard before about outsiders being called to the island. Something about the waters surrounding Isla Cazedor triggered the change and any tribespeople who ventured away from the island found it very difficult to access the shark spirit. Their condition was linked to this place. It made sense.<br/><br/>His brain took only a split second to take in the sight of her lying on the rock. Were she not bleeding so badly and had they not just had a violent fight in the water, he might have appreciated the way her tank top clung to her. As it was, he got to his feet, waving away her concern about his shoulder and stooped to pick her up. Out of the water, his strength wasn't much more than that of a man his size but he still lifted her with relative ease. "I know someone who can take care of that leg. Been bit like that a few times myself. We'll get you stitched up." He didn't mention that those bites were usually from lovers who transformed in the heat of the moment. He told people the crescent scar on his forearm was from a reef shark instead of his ex.<br/><br/>He jogged her up the jetty, bare feet nimbly taking them across the rocks until they returned to the dirt path that led up to the road. There wasn't really any foot traffic out right now, especially as they moved away from the resort district and into the parts of town that were more rustic. He took her to a restaurant with a faded blue and white sign over the door that said "Flanigan's." The closed sign was up but Jango knocked anyway after letting Kai down, allowing her to lean on him.<br/><br/>"We're closed," came the response, a woman's voice coming from the kitchen which still had a light on.<br/><br/>"It's me! Open up!" Jango said, cupping his hand to the glass to try and see inside.<br/><br/>A tall figure appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She wore a tank top that showed off her well defined arms covered in intricate tattoos, a black bandanna on her head and board shorts with flip flops. The tomboy approached, unlocking the door and peering at them. She had jet black hair with white tips and an angular, predatory looking face. "Don't tell me you bit someone..." She said with exasperation as she got a look at Kai's leg.<br/><br/>"No. Something bit her. She needs stitches. You're closer than urgent care."<br/><br/>"Fine. Come in. What's your name, babe?" she asked casually as she went to a supply closet and came back with a first aid kit, indicating Jango should have her lie down on the bar. Jango helped her over to the bar, realizing he hadn't gotten her name either.<br/><br/>"I'm Jango. This is Frankie."<br/><br/>"Frankie Flanigan," she said, sterilizing a needle and placing a bottle of vodka on the bar. "Drink this. It's crap. It will distract from the pain."