Nat watched as a man limped over to a bench in front of the diner. She noticed a bit of blood trickling down his ankle, where it had escaped the absorbent trench coat and run down and around his leg. "Sir, you alright? You seem to be bleeding" she said, lifting her right hand to her face in shock. She did have genuine concern for the man... She remembered that she was once human, too. She still had her sense of empathy intact.

She paused for a second, looking at the blood, and then snapped back to her senses.

"What happened? Here, I think I might have a bandage in my bag..." She rummaged through her purse hurriedly. She found a gauze pad, wrapped in paper. She held it out to the man and retracted it for a second so that she could close her purse, but fumbled with it.

Her bag fell over to the ground, and her makeup, wallet, and a pack of gum spilled out, as well as some loose change and a pen. The switchblade poked out menacingly from the mouth of the bag. She took no notice of her spilled belongings, directing her attention once again to the wounded man. She handed him the bandage, shrugging apologetically.