Z looked at the crutches when they were mentioned and gave them a frown. There was no way this kid just healed her ankle. Deciding to test the waters, she rolled her foot around and, to her surprise, her ankle didn't hurt. She carefully began to stand up while putting gentle pressure on it. She started to grin, finding that her ankle was completely healed. "[i]It's all better[/i]!" She signed, very happy. She sat back down and thanked the kid. 
Z snapped her fingers in Brand's direction to get his attention, then beckoned him to come over to her and Lukas. She pulled out her phone to let the electronic voice ask for her: "[b]What was on the truck?[/b]" She was staring straight at the tall man with raised eyebrows and a serious expression. She wasn't much intimidated by him because her father look similar, nor did feel threatened because she was willing to cut anyone, even if they were stronger and taller than her.