"Yeah, well..." he frowned, bumping his feet together and leaned back to rest his head on a cabinet. "...I'm done with it. The last few so called days I have watched a woman get attacked. If this happens again tomorrow I will watch her get attacked and just stand there. Forget trying to help."

So grumpy. He ripped at his sweater and under shirt, leaving his arm mostly bare now, red and sore. But it felt better. Dropping his arm back so his hand could rest on the edge of the sink, he watched the masked man make a sandwich. "What have you been doing the past few not-days? Being a merc must really suck right now."