Beth dropped her handbag on the table just inside the door and immediately rushed into the kitchen. This late in the morning, it was most likely that Miss Lila would be helping in the kitchen.<br/><br/>Sure enough, there she was. Gasping in shock, she pointed back toward the door as she stuttered, "M-miss Li-la..." she panted for breath, gulped, and continued, "There's a man... the Damned were-... He's hurt!"<br/><br/>It was all she needed. Rushing past the girl, she brushed at her hair, arranging the errant locks of flaming red into order. Flour coated her cheeks and hands, but she ignored it as she rushed across the sun-baked garden toward the prone figure. The street was already bustling into activity. Her thoughts raced over possibilities. He was obviously not from around here. There was no hotel in town, as there was no business for it. Any number of homes would gladly take him in. The people here were close-knit and kind hearted. It was necessary when living under the rule of such a heartless man. He would have to stay with her. It was the best option. A few of the girls from her house had followed her out to the man and she began barking orders.<br/><br/>"Margerie, clear out the room across from mine. Its the last empty room on the first floor. Bethany, find some of the clothing left behind by visitors. Violet, I'll need you to get the Doc. Run as fast as you can. Harmony, please go and-"<br/><br/>Just then, she was interrupted by the arrival of a towering, hulking figure. From her crouched position beside the man, she couldn't help but blink at the sight.<br/><br/>"Afternoon, Jeb..." she smiled.<br/><br/>Her eyes, as always, were kind, genuine, and attentive. Even in a situation like this, she took a moment to give him a polite greeting, eye contact. Another of the girls gathered around her ran off to fulfill Jeb's order and Lila stepped back, allowing him to scoop up the victim.<br/><br/>Within minutes, they were inside. The naked state of the man did little to bother the girls. They were, after all, accustomed to such sights. They worked well together, a perfect team. Some of them helping to prepare the bandages from Lila's store of supplies, others bustling about to prepare a room for him.<br/><br/>As they did this, Lila seated herself beside him. Examining the wound at the back of his head first, she gently turned his head to move it into sight. He would need water. Fast. But first, she needed to be sure he wasn't bleeding.