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One look at the gun in Nine's hand made his brow raise at her statement. Had the woman participated in the gun fire from earlier? He would most definitely have to keep an eye on her. Though, in all honesty, the thought of a woman in control piqued his interest even more. The smirk on his lips broadened as he raised his palms to her in a mock surrender. [color=slategray]"My apologies, sweetheart. I'll be sure to watch my tongue next time."[/color]

With a deep chuckle, he followed the group to another room. His eyes wandered over the cabinets and he could feel a tickling sensation at his temples. Something resonated within the man as they stood among the medical supplies. Ten had a feeling of familiarity- his fingers itched to get his hands on various equipment. When Nine mentioned the supply was useless, he folded his arms across his chest as he continued to wander among the contents. His brows furrowed in thought before looking back over at Nine, studying her wound from afar.

Ten cleared his throat as he turned to the man, addressing him directly. [color=slategray]"I just need some thread, a needle, alcohol- Jameson if you've got some. Goes down real smooth. Oh, and something to pry out the bullet."[/color] He tilted his head in thought. [color=slategray]"Like tweezers, or something of the sort."[/color]

Once the words left his mouth, his mind began to process what he had just said. He raised a brow and let his arms drop from his chest. [color=slategray]"How the hell do I know this shit? Who am I?"[/color]