[ Angela has only the vaguest notion of what a 'pharmacy' is, but Bethan has already agreed that this shop will do, so off they go.
It's late, and the proprietor of the shop is mopping the floor in preparation of locking up for the night, obviously not expecting any more customers. He looks up as the door opens and a bell rings out. ] Can I help you ladies?
[ It's then that he notices the stain of red on Bethan's jacket, on her hands. His eyes go wide and he begins to back away, holding his mop defensively in front of him. ]
I-I don't want any trouble...
[ Angela steps forward, unperturbed by the man's show of fear. She gets this reaction a lot, only usually it's her who's the one covered in blood. Though, to be fair, it's not usually her own. ]
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It's late, and the proprietor of the shop is mopping the floor in preparation of locking up for the night, obviously not expecting any more customers. He looks up as the door opens and a bell rings out. ] Can I help you ladies?
[ It's then that he notices the stain of red on Bethan's jacket, on her hands. His eyes go wide and he begins to back away, holding his mop defensively in front of him. ]
I-I don't want any trouble...
[ Angela steps forward, unperturbed by the man's show of fear. She gets this reaction a lot, only usually it's her who's the one covered in blood. Though, to be fair, it's not usually her own. ]
We need bandages. Whatever you can provide.