Luna was surprised that she had gotten an answer. She gulped nervously as she gripped onto her cell phone tightly. All the while, Simon seemed to ease up slightly and walk into the living room before jumping onto the couch. He let out a meow before purring and rubbing his head against his owner. With the utmost caution, Luna began petting Simon with her free hand. It was probably dumb of her to do such a thing in case of being attacked again. He seemed to be a lot calmer now though.<br/><br/>"Oh, um, yes," she began to speak nervously, "I was looking for the man who saved me. I think you were that person, and I want to thank you for doing so. Also, is it possible for you to answer some questions for me? I want to know what happened to me the night you found me. All I can remember is handing this man a jacket and leaving the cafe. Everything else is pretty much a blur..." she was right. She couldn't remember much about the events during the night. It frustrated her clearly.<br/><br/>While she was curious to know what happened, she also had another motive. She wanted to see the man again. There was something about him that made her feel safe and protected. His voice had made her swoon even though she hadn't shown it at the hospital. Maybe she was just extremely grateful for being saved. In the past, she had heard that people would often gain misinterpreted feelings for the people who saved them. Perhaps this was one of those cases? She wasn't sure, but she had to find out.