Miya had hardly encountered anyone unfriendly within the city of Sacrosanct, minus the vampire who had attacked her. Then again, the woman never went out of her usual routine, never going downtown nor did she attempt to make any friends within the city. She had been lucky enough to meet a few, though she barely stayed in contact with them. She felt the only two people she saw on a regular basis was Malia and Ludo, it seemed like she saw them more than her own roommate. Yet, even though she never spent much time outside her routine, she couldn't stop that worry from taking over, even if this was a complete stranger, she couldn't help it.
So, Miya pauses at the end of that booth, taking in the sight of the very clearly sick woman. Frowning at her, she watches as the woman reaches for another mug of coffee and starts to down it, her hands shaking profusely. Miya is amazed she doesn't drop the mug. Perhaps she should leave, the woman didn't seem to want the help. Miya's hand tightens on the strap of her messenger bag, ready to excuse herself when the scowling woman suddenly gestures at the seat across from her, stating that she could sit. She breathes a sigh of relief then, Miya quickly sliding into place across from the woman, a gentle smile toying on her lips.
Removing her bag, she places it next to her and leans forward, putting her elbows on the table, attempting to relax the tension between them. Miya finally states she works for the hospital and she can see the woman contemplating, deciding if she were going to talk. Even if the stranger didn't want to explain her situation, the least she could do was remain there and help her through this sickness she was experiencing. Allowing that silence to engulf them for the briefest of moments before Gia makes a comment. Miya merely nods in response, afraid if she opened her mouth the woman wouldn't open up. She was glad she stayed silent then, the woman finally explaining what had happened to her.
Miya can't help the pity that wells in her eyes, going so far as to cringe at the thought of being roofied. She had seen this before, though she's slightly embarrassed she didn't note the tell-tale signs of it. "It takes about eight hours to work out of your system, twelve depending on how big the dose was," Miya days gently, her eyes traveling to that coffee again. "Look, I get it, you don't want help but I'm going to give it to you anyways. Coffee is not going to help you, it's only going to make you feel worse. You need water and food. I doubt you'll be able to keep the food down but it will help work it out of your system quicker," without waiting for a response, she turns in her seat and waves down the waitress, quickly ordering toast and water with a smile.
Turning back to the woman, she gives her a small shrug. She didn't care if the woman didn't take her advice or not but the small Asian woman had to at least try. A small frown finds her lips as her chocolate eyes take the woman in again, "Do you know who did this to you?" She asks casually, the hospital required her to ask though she's more concerned than caring about the protocols of the hospital now.
Miyako Aiken