Samuel had nodded and gritted his teeth as Rez fixed his legs. "Alright," he said as the weasel headed off into the kitchen. He didn't dare get up, not particularly eager to potentially re-injure his legs. Instead he sat quietly, wonder what he was going to do now. Obviously his old profession wasn't going to work, not anymore. Aaron had himself said he'd fuck him up he tried to do that again and Samuel had no desire to force a confrontation again, not without himself holding all the cards, without being in control of it.<br/><br/>That was for later though. He'd have to heal up and learn to actually fight. Maybe he could learn from this Rez fellow? He seemed awfully confident about his skills.