Morphine just continued to play the part of concerned bystander. "Well, you're not getting anywhere fast with that ankle. Sie sind nichts anderes als eine Maus in den Dschungel," she said with such endearment. "We must get you off the street before someone mean comes along." She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a vial and syringe. "This will help ease the pain," she said, drawing up the clear substance with such ease anyone could mistake her for a medical care provider.