He looked at her when she laughed. This wasn't funny in his mind. He grumpily and painfully walked to the car. Sitting on the paper she put down. He wasn't bleeding two bad. Not as badly as he should have been bleeding. He was actually better off than someone else would have been. He heard her speaking Japanese and then watched her walk over to him. Through the eye that wasn't bruised too much to keep open all the way. Nodding his head. He watched his car sadly. Han was going to kick his ass in the next life. Getting the car jacked up when he wasn't using it in a race for that to occur in. He watched the outside once they took off after the truck.<br/><br/>He followed her into the back room. Nodding his head when she spoke. Though right now it sounded like she yelled. His head was pounding. He looks at her coming back. "Yeah. Ready." he says. Listening to her. "I worry about my car because Han is gonna kick my ass in the next life. He will kick my ass because she got  beat up outside of a race." He says. He wasn't kidding. Han never liked either of their cars being damaged outside a race. He listened to her. "We made it together...Han finished it as a birthday present for me. He wasn't supposed to. We worked on her since she was scrap metal up. Together as a team. It was supposed to be our first race car. He turned it into a present for me. I never expected that." He says simply. Talking as she sewed up the couple of majorly opened wounds.<br/><br/>He listened to her. Chuckling a bit. "That sounds like me and Han. We used to drive across different countries. Skip town while heat was up in the place we won in. We taught each other moves. He taught me drifting. I taught him to drive where anything was a possible attachment to a race track." He shrugs a bit. "In any case...we loved to race together. Took turns driving. Took turns winning." He says then listens to her. Standing up and walked to a wall. "I still expect him to come find me and kick my ass. He put me on a life of mostly straight and narrow. I grew up on the streets. When I was not on the streets was working jobs for my father. He was...is...a mafia boss. I changed from that lifestyle. Took Han beating me in a street race, us getting into scuffles, we were the best of buds by the time we was ten or twelve. He was the best though...my best friend."<br/><br/>He looks at her and nodded his head. "I can see that. See it well." He looks at her. "Take a break. My car...she will be there in the morning." He says. Smiling at her. "Sorry...wasn't expecting some suits to jump me at that place. Blindsided...tasered...those are the only reason those assholes were able to beat the shit out of me like that. That suit though...something about him is fishy." He says. Shaking his head. Walking towards the door. "I bet you...that they torched my crib...if they knew I was there...then I would bet you my shoes...they knew were I lived too."<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I can see well that you can handle yourself. I heard about you a lot. Phone calls, texts, emails, letters...all he spoke and wrote about was you. He sung praises and you were his world. I am happy to have met the girl who made Han...happy."