[@Kurai Assassin]

Kyle nodded, not going to retaliate. He was hurt, tired, and in a new environment. He lifted his pant leg over his ankle, revealing a bullet hole. His blood soaked sock covered his hand in blood. He groaned in pain, trying not to complain about it. He stood up, trying to see how much pressure he could put on it He rolled his pants leg down before awaiting further instruction from Jess.