The small girl looked at him curiously, scanning him with her eyes for any sign of injury; ironic really, since he was scarred, bruised and only had one eye. She mentally slapped herself for the stupid question and gave him a faint apologetic smile, which he seemed to return. He looked rather startled and she didn't know why... Maybe it was her ignorant question.<br/><br/>"Yeah. 'm f'ne," he replied, trying to reassure her. She blushed lightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.<br/><br/>"Um.. alright.."<br/><br/>But something did nag at the back of her mind.... Where did he get those bruises and cuts? Ilariy strode over to a nearby table, leaving Delilah alone with her thoughts.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the coffee was ready and so was the plate with the cupcake. She held her tray with extra care, so as not to drop or spill anything, and gilded over to the tall Russian's table.<br/><br/>"One red velvet cupcake, with cream cheese frosting, and one black coffee with two sugars," she narrated as she placed each item gently in front of him, as she 'introduced' it. She nodded at him with a smile, though thoughts about his abused skin and well-being racked her mind. "Anything else, before I go?"