Calypso watched him take off his shirt and noticed the bad scar on his chest. She wondered how he'd gotten that since it looked recent. She bit down on his shirt and whimpered when he poured alcohol on her wound. That hurt like Hell. Once it faded though the needle moving through her skin didn't hurt as bad. When he apologized she shook her head, "You didn't upset me. It was good to have a little Human contact. I've been alone for so long... even before this whole mess with those... things. I had spent 6 months in South Texas by myself studying the wildlife there. Mostly the ocelots. They're a kind of wild cat. I came home and pretty much just said hi to my parents and hugged them then went to my room and collapsed. I was just glad to be sleeping in a real bed. Then in the morning all Hell broke loose and our house was destroyed. I don't even know how I managed to survive with just a few bruises but I did. This wound happened a couple of days ago. I was staying in a basement as usual and the ground started shaking. I guess one of them was really close. Part of one of the beams above me shook lose and hit my arm... doing this. You can see I'm not the best at stitches by I tried..."