This time, after her coffee shop experience, on her way back to her apartment full of straws, Aeon had the misfortune of, in a manner that seemed almost like a dance, it was so well choreographed, getting knocked into by a pickpocket as he ran away, who in turn shoved her into the wall of the building behind her. Her head struck a big, metal, emergency-use-only water spicket just right, and she was done.
That had been exactly five hours, fifteen minutes and forty-two seconds ago. She came back to herself with a dim memory of Hannibal Lecter being impressed by her ability to do that. But he was not here...
Oh gross, man. Nasty.
Green eyes snapped open, and Aeon looked up, from her back on the sidewalk, at the tallest person she'd ever seen. Or maybe it was just the angle. He didn't scare her, at all. He was just gigantic. And too close, even taking those few steps back.
Aeon's hand went to the gun on her thigh and she drew it, crawling carefully into a spider-like crouched ball, looking up at him.
"Help you with something?" she asked, voice calm and even, gun trained on him.