[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Ryver%20et%20Rhine%20Dear%20Karma_zpsbdu2hcau.jpg?t=1445047239[/img] Ryver et Rhine (Dear Karma)[/h1]
[h2]Callie Wright[/h2]
Callie caught sight of herself in the rear view mirror just as she was about to exit the van. The horrors! Her hair was a mess, which exacerbated the fact that she was not wearing any makeup. No, oh god no! Walking out like this was bound to chase anyone, man or woman, away. The blonde frantically tried to style her hair without the use of her usual hair products. No matter what she did, strands of blonde fell down over her eyes. She slammed her face down on the wheel in frustration, resulting in a loud beep.

“Where’s Pat?”

From where she sat, Cal saw Pat following the musician and her mouth rounded to form a slight ‘o’. Jenna was already going after the two. That meant she was left with the foreigner. She wondered what nationality he was and whether he spoke any English. Well, when all else fails, speak to the dark haired person in Dutch. That rule worked about 30% of the time and in the remaining 70% she’d resort to impromptu gesturing and broken English. She took a deep breath and turned to Daniel.

“Goededag! Spreekt u Nederlands?” The former air hostess beamed. That sounded close enough, though it was hard to tell with just Duolingo and Youtube for guidance. She flashed him a mini victory sign. “Let’s hope the foreigner speaks Dutch or English.”

She leaped out of the driver’s seat and bounced over to the man. Upon noticing his blindfold, her enthusiasm dipped a bit. Poor guy! Usually having a blindfold at this hour usually meant one thing – a terrible headache. She decided to take it slow instead. “Hey, are you feeling alright?” She asked, focusing on sounding as concerned as possible. “I saw you sitting here with a blindfold and at this hour too.”

This was straying from the topic, but she didn’t have the heart to leave the guy like this. After all, Daniel never said that approaching and recruiting them didn’t exclude the possibilities of providing these strangers with the necessary medical care; plus, no one liked being in pain anyway. Speaking of medical aid and doctors, here was a compromisable solution that might work, provided the guy was agreeable to it, of course. “My car is nearby, I can take you to the doctor's then call your family. Please consider, I’d really hate to leave you out here like this.”