When she opened the door, he almost immediately analyzed her figure. Looked even worse than himself - she pretty obviously, at least to his eyes, gave up on all effort to look acceptable. He quickly counted the money and handed the change back, when she collapsed.<br/><br/>It rarely happened that Shinji was concerned about something. Even himself. And even this time, such a feeling didn't occur, but he somehow felt obliged to pull the phone out of his pocket and call the ambulance. It wasn't like he actually cared about the girl... He just didn't want to lose a customer. It was such a cold, unfeeling, pragmatic reason, but people like her allowed him to buy lunch and pay for his apartment. Losing a customer would be dangerous... She might want to buy more paintings if he helped her this time.<br/><br/>His bony fingers dialed the number. His memory recorded the street and house perfectly, and he said it without the least amount of emotions in his voice. "A girl just fainted when I was delivering her order. Most likely starvation and self-harm judging by appearance. She looks like she's still breathing." He bent above her, and put one hand near her face. Yes, seemed like she really was breathing.<br/><br/>The other side went silent, and Shinji sat down a few feet away from the girl. He bent his legs and casually crossed his wrists, laid down onto his knees. He'd wait till the ambulance would arrive.