Amber snarled and bared her teeth at the pair of men in front of her. They were young and much larger than Amber would have been had she been in human form. She wasn't. Instead, before them was a very angry deinonychus and while she was small as far as dinosaurs went, she was all claws and teeth and scales. Below her was a pile of purple robes, the only proof that moments before had stood a mostly human looking girl. The two men were armed with knives and it was a relief they weren't armed with worse.

It was a relief, in fact, that the two men had allowed Amber the opportunity to shift at all. She had a knife of her own, hidden within the folds of her fallen robes, but it was palty defense when compared to her sickle claws and teeth. In these times it was difficult to be a mutant who couldn't hide, but even so there was benefit in shock and the unexpected. For the half a minute she found herself vulnerable and between forms, the two thugs had stood dumbfounded and by the time they had regained their senses it was too late for them.

Briefly the thugs looked towards one another, as if trying to bolster their confidence. After all, it wasn't an angry dinosaur they had been expecting to fight, but a weak little mutant girl with black eyes. A moment later, confidence found, they lunged. Amber reacted in kind, jumping up and slashing one man with her claws and clamping down on another with her razor sharp teeth. She felt a sharp sting in her leg just as she landed on the ground and spun to face the thugs.

Both thugs were bleeding but still on their feet. Their wounds would heal. Amber was also bleeding, red trickling down a harsh jagged gash on her right leg. When the thugs decided to flee Amber opted not to follow. She was injured and besides, she was not a murderer, not if she could help it. After confirming there were no eyes upon her, she shifted back and as the pain of the shift faded, the pain in her leg did not. Slowly, she put her robes back on and began limping back in the direction of Sanctuary, a path of blood dripping behind her.

Daniel walked down the dark street. It was pitch black and he'd just got off work but his last surgery was hours ago, damn paper-work. He could only wish that he spent less time writing and more time saving people's lives and that was all he wanted to do since he was little.

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw two men running and a small trail of blood following them but they were too fast for him and out of sight before he could fully register what was going on. He looked from where they had run from and his curiosity and need to help got the better of him and he walked his way down to find out what had happened. The Doctor made his way for a while seeing nothing and deciding that maybe he should just go home, it was late after all. That was when he noticed a girl and a blood trail followed her also.

Daniel took a deep breath and slowly approached the girl. "Excuse me miss? Are you in need of any assistance?" Daniel motioned to her leg with his hand. He didn't want to alarm her by saying he was a Doctor, he'd learned the hard way that people don't believe it if you approach them late at night claiming to be a Doctor.

Amber hated being wounded. She hated the pain and vulnerability of it all, not to mention the physical weakness of her all ready physically weak human form. Her time in the Brazilian rain forests had only served to increase her distress at her own wounds because the wounded were the ones to die first. As a predator if you were wounded you couldn't hunt and as prey if you were wounded you couldn't run but in either instance to be wounded was a death sentence. Perhaps the human world was a little less harsh but those instincts didn't die easily.

"Excuse me miss? Are you in need of any assistance?"

Amber froze and silently cursed her muffled hearing. Shifted it never would have been possible for a mere human to sneak up on her but in human body herself, it was unfortunately a different matter. The offer of assistance was no comfort, injured as she was. After all, the man likely didn't realize she was a mutant and, once he did, things were just as likely as not to turn bad for her.

Amber turned around to face the stranger, trying her best to ignore the sharp pain in her leg. "Its no more than a scratch, but thanks for the offer." Amber offered a tight smile, her voice taught with pain. Maybe it wasn't just a scratch, but there was no reason to get potentially dangerous strangers involved.

Daniel smiled wide as she turned to face him, he didn't want her to get the wrong end of the stick with what he was offering. He checked her out to look at her wound, it didn't seem like a mere scratch to him. She turned around and he was a little taken aback but attempted not to show it. He had a wondrous idea to clear things up between the two. The Doctor put his hand in his pocket slowly and with-drew his Wallet, opening it up he pulled out his Hospital ID card. It explained his name, where he worked and the fact he was a Surgeon.

"Miss, as you can see I'm a Surgeon..I really only want to see if you're okay. That wound looks rather considerable from here..." Daniel used his calming tone that he used when a patient wakes up from Surgery. She's wounded...She'll be easy..No effort. Just let go. The 'words' reverberated in his head and a shiver ran down his spine.

Why was he like this? Was it him thinking this? Or was it Him thinking this? Daniel couldn't tell but he wasn't going to do what he said, he suggested things before rarely but the voice seemed to be more active lately. Daniel didn't know why.

"Miss, as you can see I'm a Surgeon..I really only want to see if you're okay. That wound looks rather considerable from here..."

Amber took a cautious glance at the card offered before nodding and relaxing just slightly. He appeared to be what he was claiming, although that didn't necessarily mean the entirety of the danger was gone. Not all doctors, surgeons or otherwise, were comfortable working with mutants.

"Before I consent to anything, you do know I'm a mutant right?" In the dark, Amber knew her eyes weren't necessarily the first thing one picked up on. During the bright daylight hours they were obvious as anything, the mark of her difference and her inhumanity, but at night they blended it. She would always be a creature of night. Besides, to make obvious the fact she was a mutant was to make implicit the fact that she was dangerous.

Daniel smiled at the woman as she seemed to relax a little. He looked at her leg again as if he was wondering what would be the best course of action at the moment. It was then she gave him a strange piece of information that he hadn't asked for. "Why would you being a Mutant matter? Either way you're hurt and I should at least help you in some way. Daniel put his hands up and said. "Now, do you want me to take you to the Hospital or do you want me to fetch the first aid kit from my apartment? I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with.

Daniel was feeling slightly awkward, he didn't want to touch her in anyway not out of fear she might hurt him but out of pure fright of what she might say if he did. He didn't want to offend her in anyway and he certainly didn't want her to think he's trying to grope her in any strange fashion, he was surprised how he ever got through surgery with these nerves, it might be because he never really needs to talk to the patient.

"For some people, it matters that I'm a mutant," Amber replied with a slightly bitter tone of voice. "Maybe you're one of the good ones but believe me when I say my distrust comes from somewhere." He clearly didn't have to live the reality of being a mutant and a visible one at that. Even if he followed the news, it was clear he didn't have the full understanding of what being a mutant meant. Unfortunately that was all too common among humans, even those who claim to support mutants.

"If you can do first aid in your apartment I'd rather go there." Did she even have to mention the reasons why? She was a mutant and just because this one human seemed not to mind that fact didn't mean the horde of humans at the hospital would feel likewise. "That is, if you're comfortable with my finding out where you live."

Amber winced at the pain in her wounded leg, the blood loss starting to make her feel just a little light headed. Hunting was one thing, but to be accosted for no crime at all but that of being a mutant was something else entirely. This was the reason her family had fought for so long and this was why she had joined the fight.