<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Lydia could only just stare at Felix flabbergasted at his words. Here this man was, beaten, bruised and bleeding, clearly terrified and all he could do was make fun? Lydia’s mouth was agape in shock and incredulity before switching to an expression of anger, “Well excuse me, <i>Felix</i>.” She spoke his name with a clear level of disdain and disgust. “But not all of us got to die and come here without trauma, physical and mental, to bring with us.” She shook her head, throwing her customer service mannerisms out the window and shaking her head, she made her way back to her desk muttering, loudly for him to hear, “absolutely heartless.” Once at her desk, she picked up her phone and called for a team to bring towels, water, soap, and first aid. Once finished she slammed the receiver down and just stared daggers at Felix, passing by him once more to approach the passed out newcomer, switching her focus to his wounds and assessing the damage. “Hey Nalia!”<br/>
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Lydia called out to her sister who had been standing by the doorway to watch and wait should help be needed. Nalia perked up at her sister’s call and Lydia continued. “Can you check your lost and found and see if you’ve got any clean clothes that can fit this man?” Nalia nodded in understanding as she retreated back into her bar and rounded the counter to check the big cardboard box of various items people have left over the time she’s been running the place. </span></span>