@finalblake cont. (w/Siobhan)
Siobhan had just set the last gum packet on the shelf in front of the cash register - glass breaking brought her to whirl her attention over to Finn. She would go behind the register to grab the first aid kit, then rushed to the scene. There was no hint of anger in her eyes nor facial expression, only concern. She reached over the table to grab a handful of napkins, gently dabbing his hand. "It is...o...okay," Her voice barely matched the tone of a whisper, weak and hoarse, yet a thin Scottish accent could be heard. Still had a bit of life left.
"N...N...No cry...over s...pilt milk," Her hand opened the kit and fetch a band aid, opening it up before placing it over his injury. Ignoring his sentence, Siobhan would carefully and slowly gather up the broken glass shard and bottle, tossing them in the nearest trash before cleaning up the bubbly liquid. When it had all been cleaned up, she threw the rest of the used napkins in the garbage; grabbing a grape soda from the fridge - setting it down beside him. "On...the...h...house." She would say, smiling softly. He looks like he has been having a rough week, deserved a break.
