Blane walks with her. And grins. Laughing a bit. "Damn me? I don't think so Odeila. I got you here safe and sound. See not even a scratch on the long ass wheels you ride around in." he points out. "And no harm done to anyone outside the vehicle either. So alls good." he says teasingly. Groaning as she helped him to the doctor. Glad she was helping him. His body all of a sudden felt physically drained.<br/><br/>He blinks and looks at the driver. "Hmmm...bit of shellshock I see." he says. Which got the driver moving much faster than her aggrivated tone. He walks with her. Yeah. There was stares. The sisters of the suitors of the upper class people and even mothers were shrieking like they'd seen a mouse. Which they had...nearly ALL women knew how this bad boy rich guy dodged marriage with ease. And even more who he was in the American world. Aside from the bad boy daredevil part.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Her mother noticed her and then her eyes went wide as saucers as she saw WHO her daughter had just taken into their doctors office. She had to blink. Rub her eyes a few times. And blink again. All to make sure her eyes were NOT decieving her. They weren't. Dear lord what had her daughter done this time?! She excuses herself under the guise of needing to fetch her daughter. Well it was only a half guise but it worked. She hurries in and inspects Blane without and sign of shame or curtesy. She looks at Odeila. "Odeila...why is this man here???" she asks. Looking at her. "Do you even know WHO you have brought into our home?" she asks bluntly. Without any sign of true emotion.</span><br/><br/>Blane looks up as "mommy dearest" walked in. "Hey. I'm sitting right here. If your gonna talk about me shouldn't you at LEAST have the decency to do it away from the person?" he says. His tone light and playfully taunting. "After all what happened to respectful manners. Thought nearly all the stuck up rich mommy dearests knew that lesson? Guess ain't everything like it seems." he says. Laughing as her mother scrunched up her face for a moment. The turned red at the realization he was right. He grins. Score! Point for him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Odeila...you've heard of that American Rockstar-Model-Dancer guy that the Americans are all talking about?" she pauses. "That EVERYONE downstairs and in the huge ballroom are NOW talking about?" she asks. Ignoring Blane for his smartassed yet totally accurate comment to her. It infuriated her because it stuck her in a damned if you do. Damned if you don't situation.</span><br/><br/>Blane blinks and holds his head. Why did that statement about American Rockstar-Model-Dancer sound so...familiar? Did it have something to do with him. He winces. Another sharp intake of pain. "Hey Lady Scrouge. You know something about me that I don't? Or that I currently can't remember? If so please DO share."