Simon found that there were only a few cuts, abbrasions, nothing that was dire; he looked around the place again, wondering where the mole girl had gone. He'd supposed he'd have to thank her for saving his life and definitley make sure the mole wasn't malignant. It wouldn't be right to be saved by someone then try not to make it up to them, right?
He looked around before looking at the thin woman who seemed to be babbling; she had said she was okay earlier, but now?
"Shock. Perhaps you should have a seat. Ma'am, could she get a drink of water?" Said to the waitress. "Here, have a seat." He directed the woman to a booth, making sure she sat down. "Here. Now breathe. There was another woman here. I have to make sure she's okay. Just drink the water, and you'll be okay. Try not to look at it."
The babbling woman looked up at him as if he were crazy - why would she want to look at that mess again, other than it was like a train wreck, everyone wanted to see but they didn't. Before she could start babbling again, Simon handed her the requested water, got her to take a sip, then turned quickly to leave. The mole woman had gone that way, he was sure of it.