Lunara was slowly relaxing as the woman stroked the back of her neck. For some reason the tears couldn't and wouldn't be stopped. She just buried her face in the Senora's shoulder. Shaking a bit as she tried to stop the tears. She knew that the woman was right about crying but she had been taught at a young age crying was not okay. Her father highly disapproved of tears for any reason. So she had learned to not cry. In a way to bottle those tears and never let them free. This traumatic incident broke the seal on that bottle of tears. Made it over flow and break free. She heard the merchant talking to another person. She only slightly peeked over her shoulder.<br/><br/>The tears slowed but didn't stop. She heard another man's voice and was filled with tension as soon as she did. She relaxed realizing it wasn't the big man. Leaning into the merchant's wife. Letting her hold her and that was saying a lot. She had never had anyone to hold her but herself. So this was a strange concept but not an unwelcomed one. Her eyes looked at the two men. She must have passed out...was the only thought she had for a moment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The merchant smiled sadly and nodded his head. "Si Senor. Gracious for the compliment." he says very respectfully. "The Senorita was in danger. So I had hurried to De Luca's. Then snuck around back to get my wife. We watched from the shadows for an opening to save the Senorita." He says in a mixture of truth and slight pride. He thinks on it. "Ask the wife. I merely wish to keep selling my wares to Senor De Luca." He says truthfully. Looking at his wife. "You can ask for whatever you would like or need my love." He says with a soft smile.</span><br/><br/>Lunara was listening to people as the talked. She didn't exactly shrink further away when he got a bit closer. Instead she eyes him warily. Most would be clinging to the Senora holding them. She was not like most. That is what made her different. She was slowly relaxing in the hold of the Senora but she had shot up her guards for the moment. The memories of her abusive ex-boyfriend Richard having shot through her mind. She sort of was steeling herself at the moment. Then the guards lowered slightly. "I just was getting food." She says softly. Saying it like it was the worst possible thing she could have done that morning. She rested in the womans arms as her bodies shaking slowly ceased.<br/><br/>Turning to see Senor Ruiz more clearly. "I could have fought back if they weren't carrying machine guns. A normal gun is dodged or even a bullet caught by some techniques of fighting. A machine gun launches too many bullets at once to dodge or catch." She says sadly. "Could have fought back but wasn't able to. I like living and don't wish to look like swiss cheese." She was kind of rambling but what she was saying actually made a bit of sense. "Things were happening too fast. He was too strong but I still kept fighting. He kept pressuring my neck more and I still fought. He was laughing at me. Saying too many things too fast. I barely could understand. He wanted to hurt me and someone wanted to rape me...that is all I could understand." She says in a soft and semi-shakey semi strong voice. Her natural innocence giving the air of strength mixed with vunerability. She relaxed and let go of the Senora. The nasty bruise on her neck was in the place he held her yet arched up a bit showing that she had indeed been fighting to get away.