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Aiden pocketed the aspirin, slightly at a loss for what to do. Luckily his heartfelt explanation hadn't fallen on deaf ears: Harley waved the whole thing off like water off a duck's back. "No biggie. I figured it was something along those lines, or you were a peeping tom. Either worked. I'm Harley Beretta, yo-yo enthusiast and Mensa member." Aiden grinned, glad the whole thing seemed to be behind them. Well, mostly behind them. He wasn't blamed, that was the important part. Also: Beretta? Wasn't that a type of gun? Awesome name! Not as awesome as Dyre, but close.

The soon-to-be-named catgirl spoke up next: "My name is Anastasya... but you can call me Tigress..." Finally, he could call her something! And Tigress was also a pretty cool name, so bonus points for that. Harley asked if she was feeling any better, but Tigress just shook her head. "Not really… There’s very little I can do when my ears get hurt like this…" But not nothing, Aiden noted. She seemed like she was holding something back, and if he hadn't been paying attention to her (and if it hadn't been for the awkward silence she left when she stopped) he wouldn't have even heard what she said next. "Well… there is one thing you can do to help…"

Aiden stepped forward, smiling. "Shoot. I'm happy to help." Though he knew the whole thing was Kevin's fault really, some part of him couldn't help but feel responsible for setting off the whole chain of events. He knew he'd feel better after helping her with whatever she happened to need at the moment. Plus, he got to look good for a hot girl. That was always a plus.