Relieved to find someone who spoke French, she smiled, opening her mouth to question him, completely forgetting for a split second that her jaw was hurt until a sharp pain made her wince.<br/><br/>The friendly doctor gently admonished her for trying to speak; his deft, light fingers examined her scalp stopping when he found a knot near her hairline. He turned, speaking to the other man, their conversation interrupted by a virtual whirlwind that descended on them in the form of a tiny, talkative woman.<br/><br/>Speaking rapid fire Russian, Angelique couldn’t understand a word the woman said but it sounded like she was scolding them. Her eyes lit in amusement, lips curved in a smirk despite the pain, as the woman gently cleaned her wound. The men looked as though they were dazed, and Angelique would swear the woman never took a breath until she finally shut up. She stopped her tirade as swiftly as she had started it.<br/><br/>Angelique shook her head, a mistake on her part as a wave of dizziness took over. Lying back, the room finally stopped spinning and the doctor resuming his examination, moving to her jaw. He finished and straightened with a smile. She had a mild concussion and a bruised jaw, but with rest she would be fine and he promised to give her powder to mix with her tea for the pain.<br/><br/>The tiny whirlwind seemed to tower over the much taller man, hands planted on her hips, her foot tapping impatiently. Stifling a laugh as the nervous doctor cleared his throat to ask her a few question.<br/><br/>"Now then, what is your name?" he asked the girl. "How did you come to be on this boat?"<br/><br/>"My name is Angelique DeWarrene, the sole child of Randolph DeWarrene, Earl of Eastbook," she told him proudly. Sighing, her eyes grew misty as she related the reason she was on the ship. “Please I cannot return to my father, he will only send me back to Sweden and the cruel man he sold me to."<br/><br/>