Tash could offer the hat lady no words. Even if she could, she wasn't sure what she would tell her. 'I would really feel bad if you lost your hat?' Or maybe something like, 'It's a nice hat?' She wasn't sure. Words were never an option for her, and her hands were shaking too badly to write anything coherently.
As a result, the small child put the pills away, smiled, and gave a thumbs up. She turned to the taxi driver with a look of dismay, and he immediately held his hand up.
"Jus' a dent, lil' gal. I'm jus' glad yer okay, t'be honest. Yer alright t'be walkin' then?" Even though Tash nodded, the man sighed and gave Rafe a look. "Take 'er somewhere safe, alright? Let 'er siddown or somethin'. Looks like she needs it."
Tash pulled an almost defiant face, but complied. She managed to wobble her way off the street and out of traffic, thank goodness. She then beagan to stagger back down the street as if searching for something. The little brat had just been hit by a taxi, and she was looking for something? What in the bloody hell could she be searching for now?