Kisheto smiled, "Yeah, yeah, you do yah thang, freak," he said jokingly. He then took the pistol she handed him and felt its weight, which didn't rest well within his hands. He grunted, and decided that if worst came to worst, he could just use his bare hands instead. After accepting the pistol, Kisheto zoned out at the slightest, staring at the ground, and eventually, the bullets that had fallen out of his torso. [i]"What in the name of hell...."[/i] he thought as he felt his abdomen only to feel a slightly softened scar in place of the bleeding wound that had been there moments ago. [i]"No way... I can't... actually be...."[/i] he then sighed and decided that dwelling on it wasn't smart. He was a live, and now, he would have a place to rest. He had no idea what the status of the Golden Mercenaries was... but he knew that Hector had seen him. What if his blunder cost the lives of honorable golden mercenaries? There was no way he could face him or Julian again... But Kisheto wasn't once to dwell on negative possibilities. He simply leaned back and let his mind rest in the moment of peace he was blessed with as the girl ran off to do... what was it again?