<div style="text-align: left;">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599435887515795456/3bce37ba881647ac9fc4a87da59aa566.png) <br/><br/>McCree's fingers wiggle a bit and he immediately sighs with relief. The bruise was still there, and likely would remain for a few weeks but it didn't throb like it had been for the past few hours. For as eccentric as she could be, McCree knew she was truly the best in the business. Relaxing, McCree offered Freya a mellow smile.<br/><br/>"Thanks Freya, don't know what I'd have done without you. From the look and feel of it, anyone else would've amputated without a second thought. Call me selfish, but I happen to like that arm." He laughs slightly before reaching for his coat and searching through the pockets. "How much do I owe you?"<br/></div>