When she had finished her shower, Vera set to stoking the fireplace, and went about exploring the flat, and trying to make Shay as comfortable as possible in the meantime. Her thoughts were elsewhere, replaying the scene of the bedroom events over and over again in her head, and one dark thought loomed over her like a massive storm cloud. Shay...he had finished inside of her… Her mind found it hard to think of anything else asides from the fact that there might be arise a pregnancy from this situation. 

       Just as she set a piping hot tea pot full of earl-grey down on the coffee table, there was a quick rapt at her door. She shot Shay a hesitant glance before rushing over to peer through the peep hole. With a relieved sigh, she opened the door and in stepped Sam, Emory, a red-faced Silas, and the [i]doctor[/i]. The doctor, or rather, an eccentrically clad woman who sported an array of vibrant patterns, from gingham to calicoes, plaid and even floral designs, were easy to spy. She had long black hair, with a streak of grey on the right side of her temple, and large, piercing black eyes. Her nose was hooked, like that of a hawk, or a vulture, and in one nostril there twinkled in the mid-morning light, a gold ring. Around her neck hung the ominous Black Madonna, and as she sidled into the room, her mouth turning into a pertinent frown, Vera’s eyes never left her. 

        When Sam broke her attention by calling to her, he also drew the attention of the woman again, and this time she made a quiet remark in a language that Vera didn't understand. She frowned immediately, concerned that the woman had said something offensive.

“Wait, Sam. What did she say?” Vera demanded, looking to Em and Silas as they glanced about her new flat, revolvers drawn. 

Silas, who had caught the words of the woman grew red around the ears. “Ah...She says she knows you?”

Vera’s eyes leapt from Silas to the woman, “How do you know me?” The tone in her voice denoted that of irritation. Not at the woman, but rather at Sam for taking so long to get to Shay.

Silas did his best to translate, and how he knew what language she spoke baffled her. The woman shrugged her shoulders and pointed at Vera, still speaking in her native tongue, and turned to Silas before sauntering over to Shay.

“I'm sorry, she won't tell me.” He only offered a sympathetic smile for her before turning to Shay, and translating what he said to her. The woman set about unwrapping his bandages, and clucked her tongue as she went, speaking to Silas on occasion. 

“Ah, sorry about this mate. This here’s my Aunt Ingrid, she comes from the old country. It may seem strange, but she's dealt with worse than bullet-holes, don't worry about a thing, eh? She’ll have you sitting pretty in a split. The good news is, she says the bullet went clear through.” Silas spoke, he was a nervous fellow, and shifted uncomfortably, probably feeling the same as Shay did when he first stepped into the flat, didn't want to muck up the place.

“Vera. A word. Now.” Sam repeated, and hooked his thumb into the kitchen. There, she followed him into the brightly lit room and leaned against a counter.

“What do you want, Sam? I’ve not had much sleep, so my nerves are stressed.” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.