She started to do what first aid she knew. It wasn't anything great, but it would do for now. He hated being in this position. He was broken, and he relied on a stranger's help. He was weak, and he hated feeling weak right now. Maybe that's why he was compensating with being so short with her, and trying to show he was on control of the situation. Of course, he wasn't in control. She could easily kill him if she wanted to. He was at her mercy.<br/><br/>"Collarroka, I need to find him. It's a matter of life and death for someone," he explained. She seemed awfully curious in him as she asked him a few questions. She asked about Meena, and the thought of her just caused confusion in his head, and frustration. "Her and I had a past, one where I didn't treat her so well. Since then I've changed my views on things... but she clearly didn't. It's not worth going into details about."<br/><br/>Drak snapped his head to the side as he heard some shouting. They were far away enough that they weren't a problem... for now. He ignored it as she helped him up. Again he hated this compromising position, so he tried his best to keep himself upright. He also started to notice how he was covered in mud, and must have looked terrible. "Hopefully this hiding place will have a shower," he joked, knowing that was not the priority.<br/><br/>She explained her friend, and it started to piece together slowly. She seemed to describe Meena to a tee. Then again a lot of criminals thought that way and she could be talking about anyone. However it made him wonder. If she really was friend's with Meena, perhaps the knowledge that Meena wanted him dead, and that he was the security officer that put her away, would make Ziv turn on him. Ziv may even try to kill him for her. He may have been thinking too much into things, and shoved the idea out of his head. Whether she was friends with Meena or not, him talking about Meena, or the fact that he was a security officer, was a bad idea.<br/><br/>Suddenly the shouting increased, it was the crowd after his head. He tensed. Now he was in a compromising position, being helped by a stranger, and people were coming to kill him. He looked around and saw a hidden corner in the alleyway. "Quick- there-" he whispered pointing with his good arm. He hobbled over as best he could, leading her into the corner. It was a tight fit. The group made it's way into the alleyway, screaming and angry. They were out for blood. The man he stole the money from walked in, fuming.<br/><br/>"Where are you, Sithspawn!?" he screamed.