Maeliki pulled his head up, a trickle of blood flowing down his forehead. He propped himself upright and slid off of the shattered windshield and back onto the ground next to the panicking woman while she decided what to tell the 911 operator.<br/><br/>"Please put the phone down....I don't have any insurance and a ride in an ambulance would be more than I can afford right now!" Maeliki said and waved his fingers in front of Jean's face. The maneuver was one he'd used countless times over the ages. He could influence them, the mortals, just by putting a suggestion in their head. Oddly enough humans had picked up on the trick at some point because he'd seen they mimicked it in a moving picture called 'star wars' some years back. Regardless, it still worked.<br/><br/>I would appreciate a ride though....Can you please just take me to 73rd west street, there is an abandoned warehouse I stay in there....If you can do this for me I'd greatly appreciate it." He said as he feigned a limp and headed for the rear of the cab, opening the door and collapsing into the backseat.<br/><br/>Already the wounds on his body had started to mend, and soon no more blood flowed from the countless contusions. He leaned up and shut the door behind him, patiently waiting for Jean to reenter the cab. "We should probably go right now...." He wheezed.