That praise was hardly considered by the young vampire as she reached for the cotton towel she'd brought down with her. Her own glimpse of appreciation for those words was little more than a murmur on her lips as she tenderly wiped away the blood that trailed down his flesh. His efforts to jest with her, however, caused her chocolate irises to turn almost thoughtfully towards the tweezers that now sat upon the plastic of her first aid kit - coated in the Englishman's blood. She hardly offered a response as she considered the very material of those tweezers and their less than proficient nature at bullet retrieval. Rather, the girl reached for that dark blue cloth, only to press it against his leg with but a vague warning. Chizue could feel him flinch beneath her firm touch and yet, he hardly moved in beyond that initial cringe, thankfully. The silver that had borne into his leg, after all, would slow that healing, requiring some level of attentiveness before his body's natural recovery kicked in. It was the man's inquiry of clothes, however, that caused her head to turn upwards towards him with a small hint of a simper tucked into the corner of her lips. The darkness of her irises briefly met the similar hue of the once polar bear's own while her head bobbed in a subtle display of acknowledgement. Peculiarly, Chizue found herself with an ever occurring need to clothing for the opposite gender - this was one thing she certainly did have. The girl slowly rose to her feet as she handed the man the towel she'd previously utilized add pressure to his wound, only to insist he wait here.
That soft simper upon her features hardly dissipated at that sound of relief within his baritone voice, though Chizue was hardly one to dally. The girl maneuvered with ease back towards the stairs of her townhome, bounding up them effortlessly before she made her way through the hallway towards where she'd stored those purchases. Admittedly, she'd had thought particularly much of fashion when she'd bought the pair of sweatpants and plain black shirt. Her need for men's clothing rarely included a need to look particularly dashing, at least thus far. It hardly took her long to return from her search with the articles of clothing draped over her arms. Chizue held them out for him as she directed him towards the half bath down the hallway, only to realize quite at the last moment that his hands were otherwise....preoccupied. The very realization prompted a slight hue of red to come rushing back towards her pale cheaps before the woman insisted she'd leave the clothes on the counter for him. His announcement that she was a godsend, however, only prompted that nervous simper once again, only for the man to offer to dry clean those clothes for her boyfriend. In an almost bashful manner, the young woman found herself clutching those clothes to her chest before her head shook ever so slightly, her ebony locks shifting with the movement. "Oh, you can keep them if you like...I don't have a boyfriend and....I don't need them." She admitted, rather hoping he wouldn't inquire why she had such clothing in the first place. It was...odd, after all, to admit she found herself in a room with naked men not her significant other enough times to purchase such articles herself. The sheer thought of it all only furthered the flush of red to her cheeks as she pivoted upon her feet to lead the way towards the hall.
Chizue glanced over her shoulder at the poor man hobbling down her hallway, his request only causing her to shake her head ever so slightly. "No, it's no problem." She insisted, the girl almost overeager to help him, even in spite of everything. After all, she still remembered that look of utmost horror upon his features when he'd thought he'd lost his pages - the very things still rather...askew within that briefcase. Maybe she could fix those for him as well while she waited. She waited until he made his way into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click behind him to leave the girl alone within the comfort of her home, at least for a bit. She made her way back towards her kitchen, picking up those fallen dining room chairs in the process before the girl reached for that 'junk drawer' filled to the brim of miscellaneous items that had no true home. Victoriously, Chizue pulled out from the very bottom a thick, empty manilla envelope. A soft sound of delight left her lips as she made her way towards her altogether broken living room, plucking up her cellphone in the process. Effortlessly, she dialed the phone number to a cab company as the woman carefully reaching for that broken suitcase. With delicate care, she arranged those haphazard papers into an altogether neat stack- only to slide them into that envelope for better travel. The last thing she desired was for him to further loose even a single page, especially after all they had done to fetch them! Chizue had only just slid the stack into her manilla folder and hung up with the cab that assured her he'd be on his way in just several moments when the bathroom door opened, the envelope fastened ever just so.
Chizue glanced up at the sound if that distinctly foreign accent, the woman quickly rising to her feet as she glanced over his now clothed physique in approval. She was glad she had happened to pick the perfect size for him, really. "Oh, it's okay." The young woman insisted, only to leave them with an almost awkward silence. Thankfully, they hardly had to wait long before the cab arrived, a honk of the horn outside all that was necessary to fetch the Englishman's attention. Chizue reached for his broken briefcase and now neatly stacked pages, the woman silently offering them to him as his gaze turned back towards her. Her head bobbed slightly as he insisted he'd stay in touch, only to take those items from her before he made his way out the front door. Chizue lingered upon the threshold of her home, her chocolate eyes watching as he paused at the door of the cab. Inquisitively, her head tilted to the side as he glanced back at her as softly, she offered him a small simper and an altogether gentle wave. He hardly offered her even the slightest acknowledgment, however, before the man disappeared in the depths of that cab, Chizue certain that she would never see him again.