"Yeah, well, I<em>[am</em>sorry you got hurt," Alice says meekly.  "I kind of didn't think about it, 'cause you seemed to be mostly okay."<br/><br/>She didn't seem to notice that the paramedic had arrived until after Kristen turned to him.<br/><br/>"Hey," she complained softly, but without much heat.<br/><br/>He managed a weak smile.<br/><br/>"Told you I'd meet you here," he says in between swigs of his beer.  "Rough shift.  The Bull Beater got loose.  Had to chip in 'cause the wards at Saint Nemo's are all full.  Plus there was a six way pileup on the Underway Exchange.  Some people just don't wanna remember how to drive."<br/><br/>He turned to look Kristen up and down, nodded briskly.<br/><br/>"Sure, I can help.  You don't look like too much of a major job.  Nothing missing, no protruding bones...we get some privacy, I'll do my thing.  But you'll owe me a good cup of coffee or something."<br/><br/>Then he saw Alice.<br/><br/>"Oh.  Did I interrupt something?"