[center][h1][color=BB33FF]Mandy Mason[/color][/h1]
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[color=BB33FF]Location[/color]: New York Streets near car
[color=BB33FF]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]

Mandy couldn't follow what was happening. A guy had tackled the teen that had attacked Hermes. Mouths were opened wide, which made lip reading harder. Mandy hated it when hearing people try too hard to get her to hear them or lip-read. That wasn't how it worked. The old woman was pointing at the teen. Even Mandy could hear some of what she said. Was she saying that the kid was who had bitten her husband? She said he looked like him right?

One of the paramedics signed. That caused some of the tension in her stomach to loosen. She nodded. [color=BB33FF]"Yes, it was just a bird."[/color] She explained. Unless this was a bird flu pandemic that had gotten very out of hand Mandy was not concerned. The wounds on her face would be easy enough to clean later. She just had to get home. That seemed less likely as the minutes ticked by and they got involved in stuff. How had they gotten wrapped up in all of this anyway? 

[color=BB33FF]"What is happening?"[/color] Hermes was freaking out. His brows were furrowed. He was tense and looking at the kid on the ground that the paramedics had injected with something. Mandy's medical assumption was it was a sedative. She was no EMT, and couldn't care for humans. Animals were easier. They didn't try to talk to her when her back was turned. 

With Hermes distracted he couldn't keep her in the loop of what was happening and Hannah didn't have the experience. She wasn't used to family dinners where people talked over each other and Hermes would give her a running commentary. That first family holiday years ago popped into her mind.