Justin noticed the blood on her hands and said nothing to Noemi about it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Actually...Would it be alright if you gave me a ride to your place? You know...to fix myself up?" </span>she had asked him sweetly. That almost sounded very innocent to his ears, but he was not going to say anything about it to her.<br/><br/>He stood there stunned and confused saying nothing.<span style="font-style: italic">Did she really just ask me that? Or was I just dreaming?</span>Justin mused silently to himself. "Um...sure?" he sounded unsure of himself. 'Let me try that one again,' he chuckled to himself. "Sure! Hop in!" Now he sounded more certain of himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Better, I guess</span>, he pondered again laughing. Justin shook his head to clear his thoughts of past events. "Come on!" Justin said a little more enthusiastically than he had intended.<br/><br/>The hair on the back of his neck said that something was off, but he hoped beyond hope that this feeling was wrong. Justin didn't know what was wrong with this woman, but he could just sense something.