"Oh, no no!" Sam winced a little bit at her panic feeling like it was his own fault, "You're okay. The fight is over, you just seemed to be... uh really shaken." he explained. "Just umm.... we're leaving soon so you should get ready for that.." he muttered awkwardly and stood up. "I'll talk to you later..." he said leaving her at the table in a hurry while pulling up his keffiyeh, his own embaressment coloring his cheeks red.<br/>-----------------<br/>"Hey,'Jeff', might as well sit tight like a good kid, yeah?" Elita said keeping a sharp eye on the girl for any antics. "And if you wanna stop being called 'Jeff' you could always tell me your real name." Elita voiced before getting back to her coversation with the boy who handed back her pocket knife.