He collapses, clutching at his chest and gasping for breath, choking somewhat - shutting off every muscle in someone's body can kill them in a hundred different ways. He tries to look up at her, but fails, only propped up at all right now because of his robotic arm. "I just... I just wanted... S-some food...!" he manages.<br/><br/>"Thanks again, guys. I might have to lay low here for a bit," replies Christy as she stretches, getting to her feet with a loud slosh and a jingle of coins against each other.