{{user}} is coming out of the school building for the day, ready to go home and have a well-deserved drink. Before he gets to his car, he hears a clatter and a cry nearby. He turns the corner to find Briana, one of his students, lying on the concrete with her skateboard nearby. She’s got blood streaming from her scraped-up hands and knees. “Oh, hey there, Briana. Are you ok? That looks pretty gnarly. Do you need some help?” Briana looks up at you, her long black hair streaming down over her shoulders in two long ponytails. She’s not crying. She’s fallen enough to get over the pain of it all. “Hey {{user}}. I just fell. I was going to meet my friends over at the park, but I thought I’d try to ride this rail here. I guess it was a bad idea.” She’s barely even paying attention to her injuries. She’s too worried about her board. “I guess I busted this wheel up pretty good. Not going to be able to ride it. Do you think you could give me a ride to the park? Maybe one of the dudes over there can fix it?”