Fall 10, Year 10
Good Samaritan”Aye...I remember you Mr. Fortune.”
Well, that certainly is a relief for the captain as he continues to survey the situation. He did get a smile from the woman, at least, though he could tell it wasn't one of genuine happiness. Maybe a little relieved, but not the most joyous thing in the world. Given Mary's circumstance, Steven can't really say that he blames her. The dog seems to be tensing up a little bit as well, but the man had figured that would be something to be expected. After all, while seeing-eye dogs are trained to serve their masters, they are also trained to be protective of them as well. To alert them of potential dangers. To do something about the potential danger if necessary. Fortunately for all parties involved, Keegan, the dog in question, seems to relax at Mary's insistence.
“Keegan, huh?” Steven repeats the name, slowly reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of beef jerky from a bag. “This jerky was supposed to be a snack during my patrol, but I don't really have any issues with sharing with you, buddy.”
Slowly and carefully, the cop brings the dried meat towards the dog, gently placing it on the ground in front of his nose and giving him a light pat on the head. Good will offering towards the pooch completed, Boomer listens on as Mary speaks, explaining how she had gotten herself into this situation. The man manages a quiet 'mmhmm' and nods his head as he listens to the woman, noting the awkwardness and frustration in her voice. It was a given that this conversation couldn't be easy for her, but there is a lot of pride there. Not that it's a bad thing, mind you.”I..uh...don't suppose you'd mind...helpin' me...get my thin's.”
“I'd be more than happy to, Miss O'Shae.”
Offering the girl a light pat on the shoulder in lieu of a smile that would not be seen, Boomer goes about the task of rounding up foodstuffs. Save for a few round items, the mess in question isn't too far strewn about. But given the woman's unique circumstances, it would be a little easier going for her if the good captain were to lend a helping hand. Partially out of a sense of chivalry, partially out of duty, and partially because...well, he's kind of fond of the woman. After all, given the hurdle that life has thrown her way, it would be easy for Mary to be angry at the world. She might be for all Boomer knows. But in the few meetings that he has had with her, the woman has proven to be nothing but kind and polite. Very honorable traits to have, indeed.
Groceries now rounded up and put into some stronger bags, Captain Fortune finds himself at a little bit of an impasse. He could send her on her merry way, but his honor wouldn't allow that. In the same vein, while she had allowed him to help gather her things up, Miss O'Shae's own honor might not allow her to let him help her any further. But alas, at the end of the day, the power of communication can overcome many things, so the man opts to keep that dialogue going.
“So then, Miss O'Shae...Mary, if I may.” Boomer begins, realizing that he may as well attempt to drop the rigid formalities for this occasion. “Other than this little mishap, how has life been treating you? I'd be rather interested in hearing about it. After all, it has been a while since our last meeting.”