Destene caught the look in Falcon's eyes the moment the door opened, and for a brief second she completely forgot why she had even come there in the first place. His chest was bare, faint bruises still visible across his skin from the fight earlier, the low apartment light casting sharp shadows across the hard lines of his body, making him look less like a man and more like the kind of dangerous trouble people whispered about but prayed never knocked on their door. She forced herself to recover quickly before her embarrassment became obvious.
"Oh— I heard about what happened with Mr. Jahmar," she said hurriedly, clutching the first aid kit tighter against her chest as her eyes briefly dropped toward the cut along his arm. "And… well… it looked pretty bad in the video, so I thought maybe you might need help treating it."
