Bullet grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and cursed loudly. He spun around and kicked the bar, frustrated. "Where did they go? You know, so tell me. Where does he live? Where would he take her?" All of Bullet's questions came out at the same time, frantically. He was in charge of the girl and he needed to protect her, no matter the cost. If he had lost her... "Tell me," he said, this time more sternly.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Hollow shivered at Nic's touch. Not only did she and Bullet not have a lot of company on the road, but she had never been with a guy before. Her shirt came up and off easily, but she instinctively covered herself. "M-maybe this is a bad idea," Hollow muttered, looking away from Nic. "I mean, if someone were to see... If Bullet finds out, he'll kill you...literally." Hollow wasn't just amking excuses. She was genuinely concerned with Nic's safety and Bullet's anger.