It took a little doing since he had to pry the woman's arms from around his neck, but in the end Throttle managed to free himself and hand the female over to Modo who made quick work of examining her. While also trying to make polite conversation in an effort to put the woman a little more at ease as Throttle moved around the kitchen.

Preparing her something to eat for breakfast as he silently listened to his bro speak with her.

"Hi. My name is Modo, ma'am. And the tall tawny, fella over there against the wall is my younger brother Throttle. And you've met our baby bro Vinny. What's your name?" The grey furred mouse said politely as he ran his clawed fingers along her scalp, combing the knots out of her hair while taking note of whether or not she winced or flinched whenever he lightly touched or probed any particular area of her scalp.

"B-Bella Morgan..." The woman muttered as his fingers grazed the knot that Throttle had wanted him to check out. It was a fairly decent sized knot, and it was obviously tender if not totally painful. And after asking a few more questions. Things like, 'Where do you live' and 'Who's the current president' and 'What's this math problem's answer' just to be sure that she wasn't feeling a tad bit forgetful.

All of which she seemed to know.

So he concluded that she wasn't concussed, or at least not severely so anyways. Which was a huge relief once Throttle was told since it meant that when he took her home later- he wouldn't have to worry about her getting them lost.

Finishing up his task of making her breakfast, Throttle reached out and turned off the stove the moment that he was done as he picked up the skillet he'd used and with his other hand, grabbed a plate out of the cabinet over his head. And set it on the counter as he used a wooden spoon to empty the skillet of the scrambled eggs and bacon that he'd made at the same moment that Modo led the woman over to the dinning room table where he pulled a chair out for her and had her sit down.

Once seated Modo grabbed his usual seat at the table and sat himself in it as Throttle grabbed the woman a drink and a fork and carried everything to the table and placed it all in front of her and muttered, "Here. Eat this since you must be hungry after...not being fed last night." before scampering back off into the kitchen to wash his dirty dishes.

Leaving his big bro to entertain Bella- He felt an uncontrollable shiver run down his spine under his fur, causing his fur to bristle a little bit as he mentally went over her name again. Bella. He shivered and bristled again as he tightened his grip on the dishes in his hand almost to the point of ruining them.

The spatula would be considered an accident- understandable even. But the frying pan...uh...not so much. In fact he was fairly certain that if he so much as warped the pan that Modo would probably bludgeon him to death with it and bury his corpse under the stands outside.

For some reason that he had yet to fully understand, Modo seemed to take an awful lot of pride in their kitchenware, dishes, cutlery ect. It was weird just how domestic his elder brother seemed once they had come to Earth. But that was neither here nor there.

Once he finished up in the kitchen Throttle returned to the dinning room to find Modo watching Bella rather closely as she picked at the food on her plate.

"Something wrong?" Throttle asked in their native language, causing the older and bigger male to look away from the human woman for a second as he said.

"Dunno. She isn't really eating. Isn't talking."

"It probably has to do with fear." Throttle pointed out since he'd seen Charlie-girl act the same way from time to time.

"No. It's not fear. If it was you'd be able to smell it." Modo pointed out as the woman took another small bite of her food as she pointedly ignored their little conversation about her. Which was peculiar, especially since humans disliked being talked about as if they weren't there.

And yet... Bella didn't seem to care all that much. In fact she ignored their conversation about her with a sort of practiced ease that could only come from years of doing the same when around others.

Weird.

Throttle shrugged his broad shoulders to show that he had no real idea what else to say, effectively ending his conversation with his bro as Bella finally placed her fork down on her plate and chewed her bottom lip for a moment- the action causing Throttle to pretty much zero in on her mouth a second before she asked in a hesitant tone, "So... Just what are you guys? And how did I get here?"

Modo leaned back in his seat and folded his hands over his stomach in a relaxed pose that Throttle knew as his, this-is-gonna-be-a-good-story pose.

Throttle nervously rubbed the back of his neck with a clawed hand as he carefully mulled over how to answer Bella's questions without upsetting her. "Oh, um, well- We're alien mice. From mars if you can believe that. And as for how you got here... Well- Uh- It's like this, last night we met when you fell from a really steep embankment in the park. We talked a little, I got startled and accidentally pushed you down. You hit your head and since I couldn't very well leave you unconscious in the park with it piss pouring rain. Ibroughtyouhereandtookcareofyou." Throttle said the last bit in a rush that had Modo narrowing his good eye at him as Bella frowned and asked him to repeat what he had just said.

Throttle fidgeted for a moment and then repeated the last bit slowly so that Bella could better understand him. "I brought you here and took care of you. Y-You were cold and your body temp had dropped dangerously- almost to the point where you were beginning to suffer hypothermia. I...had to get you out of your wet clothes to warm you up..." Throttle said with a little bit of a cringe before tacking on a small, softly spoken. "Sorry." As he sat there waiting for Bella to start screaming at him in feminine outrage.

However she never did. Instead she merely sat there with a blank look upon her pretty face before shrugging her slender shoulders and finally saying, "Okay, thanks." Causing Throttle to blink at her in disbelief.

Thanks. Thanks. From where he was standing Bella had very little to thank him for. If anything she should be pissed at him. Yell. Scream. Call him a furry inhuman bastard. But at no point whatsoever did she owe him any thanks since it was his fault that she had wound up unconscious and injured.

As opposed to conscious, okay and at her own home right now going about her daily routine as if nothing had happened. Something that he very much doubted that she was ever going to do again since one couldn't exactly unsee or hear seven foot, ruby eyed, talking alien mice.

But then even if she somehow managed to do both of those things, Throttle doubted that he would like it very much. Being forgotten sucked rat tail as far as he was concerned.

Especially if one was in the position that Throttle found himself in.

Accidentally injuring a stunningly beautiful little gal, taking her home and nursing her back to health and then later on returning her home- Dear god he wanted her to remember him. He thought to himself in shock. He was fervently hoping that after today she would always remember him.

That way once he decided to drop by her home and ask her out sometime- she wouldn't be too terribly shocked.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear Modo calling for him until his brother was up in his face, his crimson peeper staring at him curiously as he touched his nose to Throttle's own and waited for his brother to react. Throttle's reaction was the usual knee jerk reaction that caused him to pull away so quickly upon noticing him in his personal space that he wound up banging his head on the wall behind him hard enough to hurt himself as Modo said, "Do I have your attention now, boy?" Throttle hissed at him earning a somewhat out of place dark smile from his elder brother before he said, "Good. Bella has just asked to be taken home. I hope that you can pull your head out of your ass to take her since the poor gal has been waiting on you for the past ten minutes."

Throttle said nothing as he finished rubbing the back of his head and then looked towards the table where he had last seen Bella only to find her gone- well not exactly gone. More like already across the room and anxiously awaiting him so that she could leave.

"Sorry. I must have zoned out." Throttle said as he slowly dropped his hands to his sides as Modo made a humming sound and then called out over his shoulder for the two of them to behave.

As if he was going to do something aside from take the little lady home.

What did Modo take him for? Vinny?