Ronnie was going to kill him. Soon. She was going to bash his head in and take immense pleasure from it and no one was going to question why or for what reason because if they did they would end up with a caved-in head too. Ronnie was going to do it soon too. But, of course, she wasn't actually going to do it, especially if she wouldn't get paid for it. Besides, it's not like it was his fault that he got shot in the abdomen like a complete dumb-fuck on purpose. Even Ronnie had missed that third thug. But the man better appreciate that Ronnie was taking the time and effort to haul his heavy ass around the district and not kill him or leave him to get killed. And she didn't have to drag him much farther anyways.

	Ronnie kicked the door to Niklas' bar open. Her hands were full carrying the dead weight of her temporary partner half on her back and half being dragged behind her. Her partner, who she still didn't know the name of despite running a job just earlier that day, was bleeding from some cuts in his arms and, maybe a little bit more importantly, a gunshot in his side. Ronnie had thought about just leaving the guy after he collapsed but she didn't want to have to deal with the hassle of telling the Rats' boss that she had let her partner die...again. So here Ronnie was, hauling the man's ass all over the Gutter district. 

	Ronnie spotted Dr. Quackshot with a neon-colored woman and Niklas at the bar. Ronnie dragged her nameless partner to the doctor and then dropped the load from her shoulders onto a chair closest to the doctor. Ronnie didn't have it in her to bother explaining the situation to anyone so she just took a seat next to the Dustin brothers, waved them hello and signaled Niklas for a drink before throwing her arms over the bar and thumping her head down in between, tired as shit.