<strong>Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>"You have a deal," he lied. He would, of course, give a full report to Maria as early as possible. Besides, he was intensely curious as to Richard's fate. He'd always felt a bit protective of the boy, but in this case the transgression seemed severe enough that it wouldn't be wise to even attempt to extend any sort of protection. He would sink or swim on his own from here.<br/><br/>He took her soft hand between both of his with a firm shake. "I'll have to see if that can be arranged," he demurred. "Normally there are fairly strict policies about interactions with the guests, no matter how innocuous. You understand how these things can be." Yet he did wish to see her again. And, he rationalized, Maria would want to keep abreast of her situation, in the event that Richard had placed any delayed transformations that Enzo hadn't been able to detect. He didn't credit the boy with the skill, but one never knew.<br/><br/>As they shook hands he performed one more, small alteration. At the base of her skull, from where her migraines emanated, he made a small alteration to a very small capillary. Nothing too severe, yet in approximately twelve hours time the now weakened blood vessel would collapse, triggering another migraine headache that ought to cause staggering pain, even with the use of drugs. The sort of thing for which one would be inclined to seek immediate medical attention.<br/><br/>"Best of luck to you, then, Jasmine. And though I've enjoyed our visit, I too hope that you have no further need of this clinic's services."<br/>