She tried to get back up, not wanting Roxy to do this alone.

A man walked in, he was fairly large. About...six-foot-nine...broad shouldered. Black hair in a short cut with a goatee. He wore a simple black t-shirt with a green coat and some black cargo-pants with boots. He hand a silver aluminum baseball and frowned. "You two...you...ok?" He had a soft voice with a mild Russian accent.