She feels his wince and glances up with an apologetic, if slightly red-faced, look. "Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle," she apologizes. "You're going to sleep outside tonight? Can't you stay in the cabin? It looks like you've bruised your ribs and sleeping on a hard surface is going to leave you really sore tomorrow..."

"I don't know how professional he is," she admits. "But he was very nice while we were swimming and seemed to actually care about the town. Hopefully that extends to everyone in it..." She tilts her head, nibbling at her lip. "Maybe? No one ever gets mad at me for things and it's helping people... I can at least go and ask. They might be more willing to give information to a young woman than a man."