Nemo leaned back in the sofa, using a small rod with a soft brush at the end to clean and polish the cylinder's chambers. [color=c0c0c0]"Yes, the ambush-[i]ee[/i] has become the ambush-[i]er[/i] now. Knowing the opposition, I'm confident I can keep you relatively out of harms way... You didn't miss out on much, there wasn't anybody really worth while where I went. What can I do to make it up to you, hm?"[/color] Nemo asked, picking up on her tone. 

[color=c0c0c0]"You and me, we'll be like Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid now... except without dying. Some people say they made it out."[/color] Nemo added, switching to cleaning the barrel of the revolver now.[color=c0c0c0] "What should we wear? Should we do matching outfits now? I could probably fix something up for that motorcycle gang look. I'll wear whatever, I'll do this whole next mission in this bath robe if you want. Oh, how about that? You can handicap me. Straight-jacket? No magic? Fork only? I think blindfold would be a little much though."[/color] Nemo suggested.