Diablo nodded slowly, letting out a small breath of air. "I really don't. I was raised in the middle of no where and didn't have human interaction, then I went to the Army and figured out everyone was bad everyone had secrets and I couldn't trust anyone, then I came home to find my mother dead and my father had commited suicide, then I went for revenge- so no, I have no social skills whatsoever." He snorted a bit sourly. "Of course I don't know what to do... but I do know to heal you have to stay somewhat still. In any case, you can probably at least walk around now. It might hurt, but for you it might help." Diablo sighed a little. "I'm really sorry for what happened to you... it sounds terrible. I wish there was a way for me to help." He did sound sad, and everything he said was true.

Flare nodded her undersatnding. Then she spoke this time using her Russian accent which reminded people of an ocean breeze, soft and gentle, a sharp contrast to what Flare was trained to be. "thanks you might have to help me stand though."

Diablo stepped forward, offering his hand. "That I can do." He smiled slightly, though it wasn't out of joy.

Flare took his hand and carefully stood. Once she was on her feet she let go of Diablo's hand and walked foward. Even when she was injured she was still incredibly graceful. She knew that Diablo's smile wasn't out of joy. So why did he smile? she asked herself. She walked around the room a few times before sitting down on the couch.

Diablo let go as Flare seemed steady on her feet, leaning against the wall with a small yawn. "We'll be safe here for now, but I'm sure the police will find us someday. I have a line of friends that will protect us at any cost, so when you feel better we can move from one house to another." He announced, rolling his shoulders with a slight wince.

Flare nodded then sighed "if needed i still have some connections in Russia from my days as an assassin. They should be willing to help." Was all she said before falling back asleep even though it was obvious she didn't want to.

"Sounds good."Diablo answered, looking quite pleased when Flare fell asleep. +About time+ He thought with a long breath out, going into the next room where Tom stood. "So, how is she? Will she be okay?" Diablo asked... he knew internal bleeding was always a terrible sign. "The girl? She'll be fine. I patched her up, and as long as she doesn't get viciously stabbed or maliciously shot again she should be in tip-top shape in no time. Stay out of trouble, will you?" Tom answered. "She probably doesn't need to rest much now, because she'll walk a couple paces and want to pass out. The feeling should clear within a week. My request is that you stay here at least a week? I'll do what I can to ensure the police do not find this place." Tom looked Diablo in the eye. Diablo let out a slow breath. "I'll stay for now."

Jessica sat in her hotel room looking out at the golden gate bridge. In the late afternoon sunlight it really did look golden. She sighed and went back to her computer. She decided to try the email thing again. After sending it she made another cup of tea and sighed again.

Flare stirred slightly before waking up. She sighed sitting up. She was hungry but didn't feel like moving much.

Diablo nodded and then cocked his head, hearing a shift in the other room. He walked back in there, his dark eyes landing on Flare. "Need anything?" He inquired.