Dutifully, the demure Asian ruffled through the items within her bathroom, purposefully pulling out her first aid kit and ensuring it was well stocked for her efforts tonight. Frankly, Chizue hadn't the slightest idea of how she might pluck a bullet from the depths of the polar bear's hind leg without ensuring his wrath. What she was certain of, however, was that the bullet could hardly remain there and she most certainly couldn't take him to....a vet? A doctor? Oh, she wouldn't even know where one took a were! The young woman nervously nibbled on her bottom lip as she plucked from her vanity a pair of tweezers, the girl wholly uncertain if they were long or large or small enough to reach the bullet in question. Perhaps she should have inspected that wound in far more detail than she had? A soft breath left her lips and yet, Chizue knew well she could hardly dwaddle with a massive bear downstairs all but destroying her feeble standing townhome. With a small nod of determination, the Asian rose to her feet, closing the cabinet doors behind her as she lightly bounced back down the stairs. The very last thing Chizue anticipated as she rounded the corner of the staircase and towards her living room was to find the figure of a man standing in the middle of all of that destruction. Naked save for a small pillow from her sofa covering the most intimate parts of his all too muscular physique.

Chizue could hardly help that shriek of surprise that left her lips at the very sight of him, the girl nothing if not terribly shocked by that transformation, even though she recognized the...ridiculously handsome fellow from her efforts to so help him with his scattered pages. Her first aid kid all but fell from her grasp, clattering on the floor as Chizue recoiled in surprise. It took her a moment to still the fluttering of her heart, her chocolate eyes all but wide as she blatantly stared at the Englishman. It was the singular utterance of his greeting that prompted some measure of realization from the otherwise frozen girl, that pink hue all but flooding her cheeks as her gaze immediately turned from his body towards the splintered wood that surrounded him. Immediately her native tongue returned to her, the girl responding promptly before realizing that it was highly likely the poor man even understood a word that she had uttered to him. The girl was all too quick to correct herself. She paused ever so slightly, only to gesture lightly towards the broken remnants of his briefcase and the pages of some contract that poked out from the case. Chizue had tried to keep that document that had been so important to him intact, how successful she was, however, was a whole different story. Tentatively, she began to nibble on her lip all over again, that action a habitual indication to the anxiety that filled her.

That soft sigh upon his lips caused her eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly, the young girl hardly prepared for the question that followed and, with a glimpse of...embarrassment, perhaps, her chocolate eyes turned to the floor. "Oh." She muttered softly as she leaned down to pick up the first aid kit, the girl searching for any distraction to assist her in answering that question. Her gaze turned upwards at the sound of his voice and with a small shake of her head, Chizue brushed off that offer to help. "Um...I might..have some upstairs." She muttered almost uncertainty, the girl hardly reacting to that light joke in the wake of his inquiry. Rather, it was those few bits of Damon's leftover clothes that tugged at her attention. Really it was a miracle the vampire hadn't realized what he'd left within what was once Isolt's room and yet, Chizue supposed he was...rather wealthy. Perhaps he hadn't been very fond of them. The girl shook the thought from her head, well aware that her silence was perhaps noticeable in her attempt to avoid that question he'd posed to her. "Um....he um...he...kidnapped me." She finally uttered, leaning back upon her heels as her chocolate eyes stared at the first aid kit in front of her. How much should he tell him of those days she'd spent under the man's....care, if it could be called that. A frown marred the poor girl's features but she refused to let those tears fall. Not now, not when she still had to take care of him. After all, he was the one with the bullet lodged in his skin and any damage she'd endured had already been healed away to leave pristine creamy skin.

Chizue gathered the rest of that first aid kit into her arms, her attempts to change that topic of conversation almost purposeful as she inquired whether or not she should call a doctor for the poor bleeding man. She nearly shrank back from the very forcefulness of his declining and quickly Chizue nodded in some display of understanding. She hardly anticipated his sudden query for help with that bullet and slowly, Chizue glanced up at him almost hesitantly. "I....I don't know how to remove a bullet....do you?" She was not unwilling, it seemed, to assist in the endeavor but the Asian hadn't truly considered her next steps when she had ventured back downstairs with that first aid in hand. After all, it wasn't like there were instructions for bullet wounds within that hard plastic box. Maybe...he made a habit of this and knew what to do? It was doubtful, even to her. After all, she remembered the suave, suited businessman she'd run into before he turned into that large, hulking polar bear. He hardly seemed like the type who ran headlong into gunfire. Really, he was almost too....handsome to be standing in her livingroom in the first place, a very glance at the Englishman brought that heat rushing back to her features, turning her cheeks that soft sweet pink.