Conal nodded as the other .. Aisling .. spoke. "What? Oh, sorry. My manners are normally somewhat better than this. Then again, it's not exactly every day I have strange women trying to run over the top of me either. My name's Conal, Conal O'Neill."<br/><br/>He looked from one woman to the other, running a hand through his hair, and carefully feeling where the bump had been.<em>Gone. Healed. Whoa.</em>His thoughts seemed to bump against each other. He gave a slight shake of the head, and turned back to the two women.<br/><br/>"If you don't mind my asking, why exactly were you running? You've as much as said you weren't planning to come here, so I'm guessing trouble of some kind?" He looked from one to the other. "And if that's the case, should we maybe get out of here before anyone else shows up?"<br/><br/>"Do you have anywhere you can go, or friends you can contact?"