Trystan chuckled, nodding his head. "Well, good for you. Mental hospital doesn't mean shit. So piss off before I put a bullet through your head. I didn't make a deal to keep you alive, and I've been wanting to splatter something all day." He didn't even flinch when the ATV smashed through the wall. His gun stayed trained on the girl until she bolted out of the new hole in the wall, and when she was gone, he smiled to himself, holstering his pistol. "Heh. Glad you decided to stick around." He looked at Sam, patting her on the shoulder. His ears swivelled and swooped, searching for any sign of the other woman. When he found nothing but her leaving a fake sound trail for him, he started laughing. He knew better. He had a few years of experience under his belt.<br/><br/>"Well, looks like we go find that furry now. Or, would you rather stay here and finish what we started eh?" The kitsune smiled and shrugged, drawing a pistol and twirling it around his fingers with skillful accuracy. It kept him entertained while he waited for something. Although next time that girl tried to attack him and take what was his, he wouldn't be so nice. Maybe he'd test her luck.