The first thing Jean would have noticed when she finally got around to helping Maeliki from the back of her cab was that he wasn't the typical emaciated homeless type she'd thought he was. Maeliki's body was lean and fit, muscles rippling. The second thing she would have noticed was that although he was a large man, he weigh probably less than she did. It was like he was a bag of feathers and she lifted him up out of the cab with almost no effort at all.<br/><br/>The feeling was discerning but not enough to stop her from helping him inside. He pointed up the rickety staircase and they both rose the ranks, Maeliki warning her of every sour step as they passed. He certainly could risk loosing such an important mortal as her to a rotted step. Once they'd reached the top Maeliki pointed out his 'bed'. His humble abode was no more than several large cardboard boxes smashed down with a wool blanket strewn onto of them. Maeliki released his grip from her shoulders and fell with a flop onto the hard surface.<br/><br/>He knew that she'd probably be in a big hurry to leave, so he utilized the rest of his consciousness to inform her of the dire situation she was currently in. He knew there was little chance that she'd believe him, but he didn't have much of a choice.<br/><br/>"Your real name is Jeanette St.Cruix, You haven't been called that for many years but you know that is your real name.....My name is Maeliki and I was an angel, I want to only protect you from the beings that wish to abduct you and rape you. I know this sounds ridiculous but I can swear that it is the truth......I need to rest though first...If you wait for me, I will prove my accusations without doubt! give me three hours and I will be right as rain!" Maeliki gasped, hoping beyond hope that Jean would listen to him, but at the same time knowing that she would most likely not.