Well, he [i]had[/i] changed his shirt, considering it had been bloody, so he supposed she'd perhaps missed the bullet hole in him while she was [i]stealing his things.[/i] Saying: "I'm not sure what you mean," was possibly the most cliche way of admitting one was guilty while also making fun of the person accusing you.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, they were a shade of green resembling peridot, and then lowered his hand to where he'd been shot. He winced, it definitely still hurt... a lot. It had been redirected so as not to be fatal, but it had nicked his lung... hence the blood spraying out of his mouth. He must have torn it back open the day before. Fortunately, he had at least one lung that wasn't filling with blood, and the other must not have been too bad because he could breathe well enough at the moment.

"Your bedside manner needs more attention than I do..." Maedoc rolled his eyes and drank the second cup of water. "So, are you robbing me or helping me? My drug addled brain can't handle the suspense," he asked her, voice laden with sarcasm. He probably should have been nicer to her, but he was cranky and her attitude was wearing on his already frayed nerves. He'd technically already thanked her for her help, so... it wasn't like he was being entirely rude.

She was rather pretty, if a little weathered. Who on this planet wasn't? She also looked like she could kick his ass, especially in his state. He was a decent fighter, when he could actually move, but even then he had a feeling she'd be trouble. No, rude or not, he wasn't going to fight his way out of this.

"If you [i]do[/i] feel helpful, there could be food and probably money involved. There's a bit of a time limit though, and, at the moment... I'm sort of... incapacitated," he told her. "Of course, I'd need at least some of my possessions returned."