"Wounds?" Ptricia had gulped down the remains of the first Purger she'd killed, and was cleaning her forepaws and head. "Oh, yeah, thoose bullets did sting a bit."<br/><br/>She brought up the back of one paw and brushed it across her forehead. "Ow!... I thought all the blood came from Bozo the Military Happy meal." She looked over at a reflective surface. "Man, if he'd been toting a heavy machine gun, I might have been in trouble! That should heal up in a couple of hours, I may not have Kuroni's regenerative ability, but shapeshifting talent does help. If you can do something more, go to it."<br/><br/>"Chris? Then what about all that junk last night about forming a band, and taking it to the big bad? You think a little tiff like this worries me? Who do you think I am, 'Hello Kitty'? I signed on not just as your drummer, but also your Chief of Security, and as far as I can see, this mess indicates just how much you need one. I'm sticking with you too..." She smirked. "...no matter how much it ravages my waist line."