Tommy squinted suspiciously at the new comer, he had snapped around upon first hearing her voice, his gun however was lazily aimed as the tension began to sober him up. [i] Oh! Lucky am I?[/i] He thought bitterly, he had seen her kind before, hot shit mercenaries that thought they were all that before they enjoyed a last meal in the form of a bullet. [i] Fuck em' and fuck her![/i] His brow knitted together in a frown, hidden from view behind his mask, cautiously lowering his gun, but not removing his hands from it so as to promote a more easy exchange between them.

"And why should I tell you anything?" He replied in as civil a manner as possible, but despite himself his words were laced with a venomous anger at how she demanded so much of him. "I don't know you, nor you me." He added as an afterthought, rolling his right shoulder to combat the stiffness he felt from his unease, biting down onto his lip hard as he re-opened the wound on his side. A fresh flow of crimson washed down his side, expanding the previous dark mass as it washed away the dried blood from hours ago, but he stood through it with nothing but a grimace, thankful for his mask, as it was all that hid his discomfort.

Tommy inclined his head carefully to track the source of a new voice, all the while ensuring he kept an eye on the Merc, behind her he briefly saw the figure beneath the lad stirring, but quickly reapplied his attention. [i]Holy shit, I nearly shot the poor thing.[/i] He thought, a feeling of guilt swelling up inside him, the lady looked to be in dire straits with a busted arm. [i] Dislocated most likely.[/i] With one last weary glance at the Merc, Thomas made a move toward the lady on the ground, biting the insides of his cheeks til he drew blood as pain lanced up his side, like a fire burning beneath his skin.

"Yo-you alright?" He asked with a voice thick with pain. [i] Stupid! Speaking was a mistake, and of course she isn't okay, just look at that fucking arm![/i] Tommy steeled himself as he crouched in front of her, doing his best to recover from his folly by talking over his previous question. "Do you mind if I...?" He asked, trailing off the last part to his question as another wave of pain washed over him, instead gesturing to her arm with a nod of his head. Carefully placing his gun on the ground as he waited for her permission.