(One hour to go until Goose gets back)<br/><br/>Conda shrugged. He had asked because he really couldn't give proper advice without knowing the details of what she is going through. Honestly, the best person for her to talk to was probably Coral. When Coral returned, he would mention it to the hellcat to talk with Anna. The sound of cloth tearing had him looking up with confusion. What in the hell was she doing? When she started to clean his cheek, he sighed. There was a box of tissues in the living room just a few feet behind him. He sat still as she tried to pull him out of his chair and up the stairs. It dawned on him that no one had given her a tour of the house yet. Casually, he stood up and took her but began walking down the hallway instead of up the stairs. Just past the stairs was a half-bath. Once inside, he picked up Anna and set her on the counter.<br/><br/>"Let's get yo cuts seen ta fust," he declared. "Goose'll have ma hide when he sees these cuts on yo hands and cheek. How'd you get dem anyways? What's yo name, girl? I knows yo ma named ya Anna but if yous wants, yous can bees a Snake."