[Yeager happens to spot her as she sits and immediately wrinkles his brow in concern--is she barefoot? In this weather? He heads over, step quickening as he notices her wounds, and crouches down beside her.]
Are you all right, Miss? [It's a bit of a obvious question, but he figures it best to voice his concern before anything else. He'd rather not have her suspecting he was about to harm her further. Victims can be skittish sometimes, after all.]
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Are you all right, Miss? [It's a bit of a obvious question, but he figures it best to voice his concern before anything else. He'd rather not have her suspecting he was about to harm her further. Victims can be skittish sometimes, after all.]