<div style="text-align: justify;">Josephine nodded when Nazo said he had to get to the place before time was up. She wished she could go with him, for some reason. But being hurt and weak from blood loss, she wouldn't be too helpful, Josie had to admit. <br/><br/>The man looked at Nazo when he asked for his vehicle. He considered cussing the man out for a moment, but changed his mind really fast. "Across the street, the dark blue car near the street corner", he described. "The keys are in my left pocket". <br/><br/>At Nazo's question, Josephine bit her lip. She always did so when thinking. "She is taller than me, but we have roughly the same figure, so I'm sure something can be found that will fit her right. Would you help me up so I can find something?", she requested, holding out her 'good' hand - the one not attached to the injured arm - to Nazo for help.</div>