<strong>Moussad ~  walking the wounded</strong><br/><br/>“I say you name. You not hear so good.” Moussad told her as he held open the storage room door.<br/><br/>“No worry I teach to you more my words. Make you think better. Keep you from beat up many menz. No more trouble making.” he informed her as they walked to the lift.<br/><br/>When it open he put his hand on the door to keep it from closing.<br/><br/>“Okay, broke leg. You go in now.” He encouraged with a smile.<br/><br/>He was proud of her. She had taken on several men in the dance room by herself. His woman. It meant bragging rights next time he saw his brother. For now he waited for her to enter the lift so they could get to their apartment.<br/><br/>He wanted to give her another look over to make sure the Doctor had found all her hurts and checked for that possibility.  After all they were in England like the doctor said, she might just have two.<br/><br/>“Once we home. I check for you another crutch.” He announced to her cheerfully.