That was never something one wanted to hear; 'this is going to hurt.' Though it did, it was followed by at least some relief. Bandit cast a glance down at his arm, then moved his focus elsewhere as he looked about the area.
“We ain't fighting that,” he replied.
“And it doesn't seem to be lookin' for us either, so I'll just leave that as it is. I'm definitely not gettin' paid enough to deal with that and neither are you.”
Regardless of whether or not she was finished restoring him or not, he moved away and looked off towards nothing in particular. It seemed as if an air of contemplation settled over him. The entire time, Bandit had his fist closed. He opened it and cast a glance down upon whatever it was that he was clutching.8