In the basement
Dr. Manzoo gives Lucky a puzzled look. "Who is Rita? Oh... Oh, you mean Nita. Uhm, yeah.
"What temple people are you guyes actually talking about? I haven't got the slightest clue what kind of mess you're dragging me into, boys. What is going on here?"
Before you can answer, Dr. Manzoo kneels and touches the older nurse at the arm. "Shush. Everything's all right now. You can come forward again."
Nita isn't quite sure how to react to Lucky. Getting almost shot by a psychopathic murderer doesn't seem to stand on her list of on-turners. She reacts in a shy and nervous way, retreating a bit further, as you assure her that you usually aren't as straight-forward as to date somebody you never talked to, but now that you all got yourselves almost killed, you're fine with that...
The other nurse - you still don't know her name - seems to catch herself rather quickly. After a few moments, she gets up and bows namaste to you. She still seems to be more comfortable with keeping her silence.
The Dr. clears his throat. "Now, I already received payment anyway, so I'll do the job at least. What has happened? Tell me, what I can do for you. No-one of you seems to be injured, as far as I can tell."
In front of the shop
HarleQueen grins a tusky grin. "Aye. Y'know what? Me think thazza sign. God or Vishnu or Da Great Gamemaster or waddever you calls it, says: 'You a'serves it, Riker. For da 'ole shit 'n' drek wid Musaa 'n' all. See? Iz there for you!"
It's her way of saying that she's sorry for your situation. First you loose your bike, and then this. She's with you, and she won't let you down.