Conal watched carefully as the more reasonable ... or at least less violent ... of the two women spoke. Her voice sounded odd.<em>What the hell accent is that?</em>he thought.<em>Sounds like one of those musical languages ... not European though. South American maybe?</em>He couldn't understand a word of it, whatever it was.<br/><br/>He wanted to lean back as she bent down towards him, but given he was flat on his back, that didn't leave much room. Lights flickered again in his eyes, and he felt a warmth on the back of his head. When it faded he felt slightly better, the dull throb having mostly subsided.<em>What was that?</em>he thought, curious now.<br/><br/>He blinked as he realised she was speaking again, English this time, and his expression flickered with puzzlement.<em>'What is money?' Ok, maybe she only speaks a little English.</em><br/><br/>He gave his lips a quick lick to moisten them and spoke again, slowly and calmly. "I'm going to reach my right hand into my pocket and get you the money. Just tell your friend to hold off on trying to push that through me, ok?" He moved his hand slowly to the pocket of his pants, reaching in and drawing out a fistfull of money. There were a trio of euro notes, 20, 10 and 5, and a double handfull of coins, 2s, 1s and smaller change. He slowly raised it up to the woman, keeping his thumb on the notes to prevent any errant breeze picking them up and sending them fluttering away.<br/><br/>"This is all I have on me, ok? That's it. I'm just a student, we're not exactly rich to start with."