"Oh, that explains why Annika would've been so unclear on which sports you like. If they're all energizing."

"Some aren't! It's the big crowds that I'm looking for, really."

"So a theater or the circus or whatever'd work?"

"You know, I'm not sure? ...Or, well, the theater, probably not, but a circus might be worth trying, actually, that's a good idea..." She's kinda getting lost in thought...

"Huh, why a circus but not a theater?"

"Um." Oops? "...the vibes aren't quite right?" 

"For what?"

Oops! "...Um. I think maybe... it's too quiet? Because it'd be rude to talk all the time during the show..."

(...Xeya is not an incredible liar.)

"...huh. Okay. Well, have fun at the soccer game."

"Thanks! I will. Have a nice evening!" 

It's a couple of days after that that there's a godawful screeching and honking down the block from the house.

It's pretty late but those are concerning sounds! She's already got everything she needs on her and - is anyone hurt -

Yeah. There's a guy who's been thrown into a neighbor's mailbox and he's bleeding and his leg probably isn't supposed to be like that but you can tell he's still breathing because he's gasping and sobbing.

Oh no.

She pulls on her oversized black hoodie, the hood covering her hair and eyes, and runs out the door in the direction she knows the victim is, checking to see if anyone else is nearby and approaching - where's the driver -

The driver skidded to a stop over there and is having a screaming argument with his shotgun passenger.

Augh. But if they are not - paying any attention to where the person they hit is... she can ignore that for now.

She runs over to the mailbox - she knows someone there is hurt! badly! 

Yup, there's a guy there, he's not doing so hot. He blinks up at her when she comes into view.

"Hey, hey, it's going to be okay, I can help you," she says, still shrouded in the hoodie, and - she really does not sound like a panicked bystander would? She sounds like she totally believes it. 

What's the damage?

Broken leg, road rash, shoulder's fucked, pelvis in too many pieces, bruising and crush damage, cracked ribs. He tries to say something but it comes out pretty gurgly.

Ouch! But... it's going to be okay.

She reaches out a gloved hand, and -

A warm blue light washes over his body, painlessly undoing his wounds, current and past alike. 

He catches his breath a little, then: "Xeya?"

Shit.

Well, it was going to be hard to keep a secret from everyone forever...  She pulls the hood back just a bit.

 "Are you okay?"  He is physically, she can tell, but major injuries are often pretty traumatic!! 

"That or I'm hallucinating??"

"You're not! All healed." And there's her smile. 

She reaches out a hand to help him up.