beggar next to him.

She didn't even think, her impulsiveness would be her downfall someday, she knew it, but she couldn't help it. She was curious, and there could be someone in need of help. She had no clue of what kind of help she could be, but she was the kind of person to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. And if she was truly honest with herself, she loved that. Finding adventure, danger, helping people and measuring herself against the odds. It was what made life worth living.

So she started walking a bit faster, right to the two men. Now that she knew that weird stuff really could happen and that the universe was so much bigger and complex than she ever could haveimagined before meeting the doctor, she was excited to meet a new mystery, and possibly have a chance to help someone, to meet new friends.

"What happened? I heard some big noise. Is everyone okay ?"

She had this french Canadian accent that she never successfully repressed even after all those years training her English, but most people told her it was befitting and mostly gave her some charm, so she stopped trying to speak more properly. And anyway, no one told her she was incomprehensible anymore, so it was alright. Besides, she was kinda proud of her origins so, there was no point in losing her accent.

Her eyes were scanning both men for injuries. She was so used to doing that with the red cross and before that as