Michael sat quietly, watching her wake slowly, groggily at first. A moment later, her twists and turns found her falling off the edge of the couch and onto the floor with a heavy -THUMP-. He smiled, but resisted the urge to laugh. Laughing at her just might upset her.<br/><br/>He waited patiently for her to drag herself up and back onto the couch. She ran her hands over her body, examined where the bullet-hole was, and generally looked confused. He took these moments, in the brighter light, to look her over more closely.<br/><br/>She was gorgeous, that much he admitted, even with the various tatoos he could see, and makeup and such that she used. He did his best to avoid staring too much at her as she looked up at him, finally, with lots of questions in her eyes.<br/><br/>"My name is Michael," he said gently. "And that is milk," he nodded at the glass on the coffee-table before her. "You should drink it, you need lots of fluids - since you lost so many on the street corner last night," he said. "And while you are drinking, I will do my best to explain a few... things to you."<br/><br/>He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked up at her. "I saved you - based on a promise you made to me. The bullet is still in your chest - still lodged against your heart. If you break your promise to me...." he paused, shrugging slightly, "Then the bullet will complete its task, and you'll find yourself where you were last night. But... if you change - truly change - then you won't ever have to worry about that bullet."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>