Mithias rose up, a bloody wound straight through his back and out the front, vampire blood on his clothes. that armored freelancer had shot him point blank. He grit his teeth and glared at Ford. York punched Ford. "Thank you." Mithias said to York. At least York (et al) knew quickly how to disarm the bomb.

Mithias sighed heavily. His wound had already healed. He was lucky enough to be a vampire who was completely unaffected by silver, hence the cross on his neck. The little thing was a precious momento, and only its holiness caused it to singe his skin. The vampire's anger was quickly replaced with relief and gratitude as he went to rouse Hank. Hank would also be immune to the silver, but being shot was still very painful and debilitating.