As her gentle fingers caress his cheek, admitting pressure to turn his head towards her, she's not met with his gaze and instead he snaps at her. Miya glaring at him, she holds his chin for a moment longer as she inspects his features, noting the way his clenched jaw remained tight and his dark eyes continued to hold that... well, she wasn't entirely certain what his eyes held. He looked angry and typically the petite Asian woman would cower away from such wrath, perhaps turn in the other direction to avoid conflict altogether and yet, she refused to back down from him. Finally, she drops her hand back to his arm, the woman using him entirely to regain her balance as he mumbles at her. Frowning up at him, she has the urge to fold her arms over her chest. This stranger had no idea just how stubborn she could be when she wanted to. And truly, Miya is just about to snap at him again and yet, she's practically distracted by his English accent. Furrowing her brows at him, she has the urge to ask him to keep speaking, her mind momentarily captured by that accent. She had never met and Englishman before and she found his voice rather... fascinating.

She has to restrain herself, burying that urge to ask useless questions simply so she could listen to him speak more. And the moment she buries that urge, that anger comes roiling to the surface again, Miya looking up at him to snap at him once more, suggesting it was his fault. The woman simply in shock at the moment, using her anger to cover the fear that still lingered in her bones. Her anger is gone the moment in rose to the surface as she sees the guilt that flashes across the stranger's face, Miya only feeling awful in that moment for accusing him of the attack. It was true, it probably would have happened either way, even if she hadn't run into the man. Really, she should be thanking him for saving her. Mumbling an apology, she expected it to be left at that and yet, the man actually agrees with her. Miya's eyes widening slightly in surprise. This was probably the first time a man had ever agreed with her! Though, she's hardly drawn into her thoughts for terribly long as he's whipping out his phone and making arrangements to take her to the hospital.

Gripping his arm, she digs his fingers into him as she glowers up at him, Miya entirely stubborn on the fact that she refused to be treated at the hospital. His English words roll off his tongue once more, coated with anger but Miya hardly refuses to back down as she squares her shoulders at him and setting her jaw in that 'I'm not going to do what you say,' way of hers. "So? You can take me home. You have time to take me to the hospital so you have time to take me home. Plus, my apartment is closer," she glares at him fiercely, her chocolate eyes holding their own fiery rage within as she stubbornly denies him once more. Really, it was a silly argument to be having, for god's sake she was covered in blood with a split skull and a possible concussion. She absolutely, one hundred percent should go! Yet, she would deny him until her last breath. Miya hated being told what to do more than the possible embarrassment that would befall her if she was treated at the very hospital she worked at!

It's his stern voice that draws her back out of her thoughts, her brows furrowed in a permanent frown, considering their conversation, "Because I said so, that's why," she answers, snapping at him with all her worth as she digs her fingers into his arm once more to emphasize her point. Miya remains there, glowering at him, her fingers putting pressure on his arm, as if that was going to do anything, and yet, she could see the moment she wins. The stranger conceding to her as he grumpily says he would take her to the ER if she passed out. The frown smooths from her features, replaced with a winning smile, perhaps a bit too bright considering the circumstances, "I'm fine, I told you! Like I said, I seriously just live around the corner... I think," she admits again, the woman prone to getting lost in the city. "But you have a phone, we can just put in my address and voila! I'm home," she grins at him, her fingers finally releasing pressure from his arm.

"So, should we wait for your driver? Or do you want to start walking?" She asks, rather impatient to be gone from this... murder scene? Miya hardly wanted to be around it any longer than she needed to be, her emotions held together by threads. Tilting her head back again, she gazes up at him, her curiosity getting the better of her, "Um, what's your name? You never told me your name between asking to use your phone and... actually, never mind," she blushes as her scrambled brain attempts to piece together everything that had happened in the last hour. "I'm Miya," she says instead, her chocolate gaze dropping to the street as distance headlights flash down the road. Sighing her relief, she sags into his arms slightly, her body aching from the brutal mauling she had taken, "Is that your driver?" She gestures towards the car coming towards them.

Miyako Aiken