Medic? Caretaker? Someone too caring for his own good? Zoe waited for the bench sitter to finish his examination before she turned her attention to the rest of the courtyard. The rocker could have been as violent or more so than the man who was currently tied up.
"He's in here. If you're not a little afraid, you're stupid or dead. Or actually crazy." Zoe might not have seemed the type to be afraid or frightened, but she was. A little. She didn't like being somewhere she didn't recognize, and she liked it even less feeling slightly naked without her weapons. It wasn't that she couldn't take care of herself, but an attack from a distance left her too open. Sure, she could use tables...Her lips pursed as she pushed those thoughts away.
Zoe stepped forward and crouched down to look at Kyle. "He won't bother you again." The tone in her voice was more for the offender than the offended. With that she stood and motioned to a closer bench. "Sit?"
"You're a medic?" No, she didn't say 'doctor.' "Or something?" She could ask the question whether he joined her on the bench again or not.