Septerra shakes his head and sighs before heading into the bathroom where he strips off his shredded shirt revealing a well toned blood covered body. He had lied actually. Most of the blood was his but she didn't need to know that. He wasn't the baddest thing on the block. He'd gotten thrown a good one tonight but he'd heal. He pulls a pair of forceps out of the small kit and reaches into the deepest wund on his chest that was hurting him and pulls out a siz inch claw and tosses it into the trash before splashing vodka onto the wounds as they finally heal. He grits his teeth against the pain and smashes his fist into the glass before stepping into the shower and turning the water on full.