<i>Oh joyous day...a religion-fairer...this couldn't possibly go wrong...</i><br/><br/>That was the only thought in his head as he continued to cradle his broken arm and looked at the girl that was raving on about her God and how she was thankful, and wanted to heal him, and so on and so forth. Simply from her spouting of the word 'God' and wanting to thank him and sounding like she had nothing but adoration and gratitude in her eyes...made it very obvious that she had no idea who he really was. It seemed this disguise was well worth the effort of stealing from that cruel, sadistic bastard all those years ago. But, back to the present and the problems it was bringing...<br/><br/>He shook his head at the woman and proceeded to crawl away from her,"You don't have to..." He was hoping his hissing voice would not give away his ethnicity, though maybe the girl would still confuse it for the hissing of pain he was still giving due to his broken arm. But she continued to go on about how she should repay him for saving her life, but he continued,"That's...not necessary..." But she kept driving home the point, and he continue to try and move away and declining her,"Really...you don't want..." The religious girl was worse than a mule or a politician when it came to stubbornness...and eventually, he had to relent...<br/><br/>"Alright! Alright! Just...quickly do it..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>