Menachem winced and looked at the woman who had saved him as he pulled himself slowly to his hands and knees. He shook his head. "No clue.. who's that?" He said taking a moment to get to his feet and stifled a groan of pain when he tried to put weight on his bad foot. "Fuck... in.." His eyes opened to face his savior. "Sorry.." wait, why was he apologizing? She wasn't some polite lady. He sighed and limped towards her. "I owe ya one.. thank you."