Ruknar made a beeline for Senjen when she noticed him, her whole frame shivering with pent up energy. She wanted to punch his silly metal head but thought better of it; she’d be quite likely to break her arm. In the end she smacked a small vase of flowers off a nearby table and then got right into Senjen’s face, talon pointing under his chin.

“How am I feeling?! Gee, Senny, I dunno, maybe I’m feeling like I never should’ve fraternised with a couple of criminals! Like I should’ve never let you buy that stupid suit, or helped Light get fixed up so good. My whole [i]life[/i] is in jeopardy because you have what Vitality needs – a way in. And if I say no? If I do anything wrong at all? Well… I’ll never practice medicine in this sector again. She is something like my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss! Plus, she’s nearly a thousand years old, so she know everyone who is anyone in my profession! It’s not even like I’m best qualified to handle Seraphim – I’m only there as leverage over your sorry asses.”

Ruk removed her talon, feeling scared and ashamed and angry still. She cawed loudly, making several restaurant goers jump. It made her feel a bit better, but she still cast Senjen a hurt look. “Maybe you should’ve just said no. Then at least we would’ve been just unemployed and not dead too.”