Just at this moment Prescott realized what mistake he made. Oh my God! It is not so cruel as to deliberately strike women's self-esteem. He just wanted to make the stranger was gone as soon as possible. And now it is necessary to console the sobbing woman. An hour from bad to worse! - You must admit - a barely audible voice said a woman in a trembling voice, - that you do not what I have imagined. - No, it's nothing! I'm actually much worse - Prescott murmured, frantically trying to figure out how to quickly get out of all this. He absently ran his fingers through his hair, but he was stopped by piercing pain in his hand. Because of the burns he would have to give up some of their habits. - Listen, I was not referring to what you think - he finally said rather uncertainly.