It was actually much quicker than Simon had expected. Maybe he was just so used to patching bullet holes up now. Yeah, that was probably it. Raining bullets, snowing grenades and-<br/><br/>He looked up when he heard a bit of commotion near by, and saw one of the Gommorah guard/goons (or perhaps guoons) run off. He was pretty much finished with Tony ...<br/><br/>"Right, you should be fine. No rigorous exercise for five minutes, since I know how much you people seem to love running. Come to me if the pain intensifies for no apparent reason or you need Med-X. Blah blah blah, you've heard this before." Simon stood up, rubbing the sweat from his forehead.<br/><br/>"Going to go take a look, I don't want anyone going into my office."<br/><br/>With that he walked out of the kitchen, and headed back towards his room, barely making half way there before stumbling into the crowd of armed guards now dispersing. He noted the room door near by, swearing inwardly. He never liked dealing with ... Well, what he didn't like was having to feel like a dumb, hormonal teenager again.<br/><br/>Time to check in ...<br/><br/>"So- Jesus. What happened to the raider?" He asked, pointing to the pink haired woman.<br/><br/>"Someone should fetch a doc- Wait, don't start speaking in the non-specific third person again. Should I patch her up then?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>