[h1][color=#FFDAB9][center]Killian Jones[/center][/color][/h1]

The room was smaller than the man would have like. Yes there was room to walk around, unlike so many bedrooms in his past, even with the set up but something was off about it. The human was just about to curl his fingers around the answer which laid on the tip of his tongue until a voice called out welcome to the resistance. Killian's jaw tightened as his stomach slowly filling his insides with both a small pit and a sickening feeling. This couldn't be good. Especially if Charles since sitting inside this room.

His head turned back towards the middle as his body slowly felt odd. It wasn't heavy to cancel out movement but it was noticeably. Even from those who had just walked inside the store it seemed. As the two made eye contact instantly the guy knew his teacher wasn't the least bit happy about the three being there. Than again it always seemed like he was always surprised by the student's actions, though the trust which the 19 year old placed on the man would have clashed his lack of judement years ago. When the three seemed to be summoned the guy sighed quietly while listening to the meeting going on. If Charles was into some troublesome shot the man wanted to know. Granted at the moment a Licenti had helped the professor up. Even though his facial features didn't show the surpirse which his mind held but to be honest Killian was still suspicious of this act of kindness.

Walking forward the human gave his usual nodding greeting before noting the hand pressed against his side. A sure sign of keeping someone from bleeding to death. Something which Killian was quite familiar with in his troubled past. Though unlike the professor the friend was unable to make it. Mainly due to having several bullet wounds, allowing blood to escape from his friend's body quickly, thankfully from what Killian could tell the comrade passed away with as little pain as possible. On the contrary to the ones who had failed their jobs or even ran away like he had.

He shook his head clear and focused on the problem in front of him. The guy couldn't help one of those people but he could sure as hell help Charles. He opened the medical bag, shifting through the items inside, until finding the thing he wanted. It was a small circliar piece of wood, an inch thick in diameter and about two or three in length, just big enough to fit inside a human's mouth. Around the item were faint bit marks showing how many times Killian had used it. The piece of wood was used to keep quiet when injured on the job. [color=#FFDAB9]"Bite down on this. I need to get this cleaned up and when we get home I'll give you some pain killers. Unless you plan on another suicide run which I advise against. Considering there's a girl who you sent me after."[/color] he said more in a hiss than a whisper.