Silence thickened the room, could she trust a word he said? Afterall he said he didn't even remember who he was, this must have been a huge mistaken on her part. Sadly she could barely turn down a wounded animal, so what did that make this man? Her green gaze moved over him taking him in as she debated exactly what to do with him, once again she reminded herself mentally that she was no doctor.<br/><br/>"Maybe I should take you to a doctor. I have no idea what to do for you. A doctor can do more for you then I could."<br/><br/>Once he drank down the water she held her hand out for the glass, there was certainly something strange about this guy, but she chalked it up to the fact that he couldn't remember. Walking out of the room to take the glass to the bathroom, she made a stop to her own room, to the dresser that was positioned in the far right corner. As far as clothes went she had nothing for a guy but there was a couple of shirts she took out. Returning to her guest room she held a royal blue short sleeve shirt in one hand and a black shirt in the other.<br/><br/>"Its not much but this is all I have. I normally sleep in them... so they may be long enough for you."<br/><br/>Inching to the foot of the bed she tossed them towards his lap. He was still concerned about the gun, was he a drug dealer? He nor she knew what he was but she felt the same at this point.<br/><br/>"I think I would feel safe with the gun too... don't move or coming peeking. I will go get it."<br/><br/>Leaving out of the room again she went back into the bathroom to her towel rack. Moving a couple of folded towels to take the gun out from between them. She wasn't too sure what to do with the gun, made no sense to keep one pulled on him... this was her home she should be giving him the boot but...<br/><br/>"Iam too nice..."<br/><br/>A whisper as she stacked the towels back into place before making her way back to her guest room. The gun was raised up and pointed at the guy in the bed. Nothing about the gun had changed, the safety was still on as was her strange novice handling of the gun.<br/><br/>"So what am I suppose to do with you? My good senses tell me to boot you out of my house but... my good nature says I should tried to help you to remember before giving you the boot."<br/><br/>She watched him wondering what he would be thinking at this point as she held the gun, pointed at him between chest and head level, unsteady hands.<br/><br/>"What do you think I should do?"