"I can see you're a boy," she said, amused. "You can be more than one thing at once. Like how I'm a girl and a mutant and an X-man--" and half-fairie, but really, she wasn't counting that if she could help it-- "and a student. And also sort of turned around, I think I lost the way back to my motel." When it became obvious the night before that she wouldn't be able to leave right away, she'd used her emergency cash to rent a room. "I mean, I'll find it eventually," she hurried to add. "But it couldn't hurt to ask."
And hey, speaking of hurt! "What happened to your hand?" she asked as she took the cake, snack food momentarily out of mind at the sight of a bandage. "Because if it's bleeding through that you might want to get it looked at, and maybe it might need stitches and do you really think swinging a sword around with your hand all sliced open is the smartest thing to be doing, because you could rip it open even further and, I don't know, pop a tendon or muscle or whatever you've got in your hands and then where would you be?" She jammed the cake in her hoodie pocket (where she would undoubtedly forget about it until she squished it or something later on) and grabbed for his bandaged hand. "I mean, seriously, it could get infected or something at the very least. Oh, and I'm Megan, it's very nice to meet you, do you need some... I don't know, ice?"