He never even realized that people had gathered around him until the waitress had spoken up. He was thankful that she was able to shoo everyone away, the last thing he wanted was more attention. As he watched them all return to their tables, he scratched his head, embarrassed about what had just happened. The last thing he wanted to do was get into trouble, and yet here he was looking over the guy he just knocked out, while the other one seemed to be enjoying a drink with a small bruise on his face, and possibly a really bad headache. He figured it wasn't his fault, but he still felt bad for how he acted.<br/><br/>While he was still crouching and thinking to himself, he heard the woman from earlier talk to him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You have any idea why they did this?"</span>Her voice was kind and soft. He looked up at her, enough to let her know he had heard her, and then looked back at the man on the ground. He sighed.<br/><br/>"No, not really. I think they were just drunk, and I was too hungry that I got a little edgy. I'm pretty hungry, and I wasn't in a very good mood. This is partially my fault."<br/><br/>The girl held her hand out, and he took it, getting up. He stretched for a second, and smiled at the girl. "Thanks, and thanks for earlier. Oh uh...is that my burger?" He looked at the sandwich intently, like it was the most important thing in the world. He stared at it and almost drooled, but closed his mouth. "S-sorry, I really need to eat soon." The fight earlier had burned even more of his energy, and now he was more worried about actually eating than his eyes. But he laughed, scratching his head, feeling silly for caring so much about food. Although because of his...condition...food was actually pretty important.