"No I'm bullet proof, my vest makes it that way, at least from .357 or lower and it only works a couple times, but by that time it'll have him... rest fragging, mother... resser frizzer." He started muttering to himself not really coherently as he started just thinking again and Hoss looked to Del and made a light hearted gesture.<br/>"To be honest glad he's on our side now." Hoss had been brutal but was raised to be polite and his moral compass said, things happen, he was doing things for money he understood it was bad no need to make whoever on the end suffer as he'd want the same courtesy to just end it quickly.<br/><br/>Looking back to Kryner he went silent and pretty much stayed that way through the car ride home as Hoss told her to take it easy and assured Kryner that they'd be there to help him. Walking back inside Kryner kicked his boots off before going to the furnace room and pulled out a floor mat before tossing his shirt aside leaving him just in his jeans and socks. Taking a deep breath he managed to pull himself into a handstand before slowly bending up and down his arms to remain perfectly straight as an arrow. Del could see his fingers gripping the mat and ground with angles riding his knuckles, his skin pulled taught as his she could see his stomach muscles flexing hard, his arms bulking out, his normal skinny forearms popping out veiny as he was getting himself ready. The look on his face was determined, his blue eyes stared off into a million miles and his dangling hair started to turn into a mop from the sweat he was drizzling from his efforts.