We ran off to the main con lobby, and found a photographer friend of hers. While she posed this way and that for the man clicking away, the security director, Fingerman, caught site of
Me - Whoah! Fingerman, it's alright.
Fingerman - Uh, would you look at that? I mean, we need to get that looked at.
Me - No, no, Fingerman, it's mine. I did that.
Fingerman - You, wha? Huh? (to medic) What do you think?
Me - Really, it's fine. She's OK. I did that. This one is mine.
Medic - Um, you sure you don't want some cream for that? Anti-inflamatory? Antibiotic?
Me - No, no, it'll heal on its own, really...
Medic - Oh, um... wait a minute, are you Boymeat?
Me - Yep. That's me.
Medic - OH!!! OK, nevermind then. Wow, great work. See, I'm just starting out, see my new paddle? Great class by the way this afternoon.
Fingerman just shakes his head.