It wasn't far to Sean's place, at least not along the route he guided Solar. Had one stuck to the main footpaths it would've been almost half an hour at even a decent jogging pace, but by cutting through back-alleys (and the occasional back yard) he knew he could trim off a solid ten minutes or more. Still, to the ram Faunus it would've seemed like Sean was guiding her through an urban labyrinth -- he made a mental note as they went that teaching Solar the back ways and shortcuts of Vacuo would have to be something of a priority where team-building was concerned.
Finally, they emerged from the shade of alleyways into the back end of a large parking lot. There were a handful of vehicles parked around in various states of repair: a rugged caravan hauler with a battle-damaged side plate removed, a jeep with its back half covered by a drop cloth, half a dozen desert-ready motorbikes just waiting to sell, and the hollow frame of a half-built dune racer. The lot was big enough to serve as a landing pad for smaller airships; way off on the other end was the main garage and office that his uncle ran, but Sean led Solar off to the far side of the lot where an oversize storage shed sat flanked by an industrial-size metal shipping container.
"Welcome to my place, such as it is." Opening a regular-size door set into the huge barn doors of the shed, Sean stepped inside and gestured around. The space was cobbled together: a bedroll on top of metal crates, an improvised cooking area that abruptly turned into a workshop space, odds and ends scattered around seemingly at random, and all of it accented with the lingering odor of motor oil. He directed her to where the long three-person backseat of a minivan rested against the wall. "Make yourself comfortable while I grab the med kit, ok?"
To his credit, the boy worked quick -- rubbing alcohol was used to sterilize the wound and, after a quick search on his Scroll for treatment recommendations, carefully splinted the area around the break before wrapping it in gauze. "A broken horn is a lot like a broken bone -- even with a minor break you should avoid moving it or applying pressure until it heals." Tying off the gauze, he looked over the bandaging and gave a satisfied nod. "At least, that's what the med site I searched up said. Your Aura should handle the rest over time, just eat & drink a bit extra to help make up for the blood loss."
"Right, so..." He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and offered one to Solar. "Clearing our names. You said someone just suddenly attacked you, clean outta the blue, then ran off and led you into that house, right? Was anything happening before that, anything at all unusual?"