God, there she goes, being all reasonable and everything. He has to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he retrieves his gold uniform shirt, slinging it over one shoulder as he turns to follow her. Without the adrenaline deadening the pain, his body is letting him know just how unhappy it is with him right now, but at least it's familiar. Maybe a cracked metacarpal or two, and a lot of bruises. Nothing he can't handle. He didn't even get his nose broken this time.

"So what do you have in mind?"