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Deidre was moderately surprised. She hadn't expected Hunter to treat her return quite so...energetically. "Easy, big guy," she chuckled, "Don't wanna break the merchandise as soon as you get it home, do ya?"

The drink seemed less potent then she remembered it, or perhaps she just had a good constitution. The fire in her throat and mouth died out quick enough, although it kept burning a while longer in her belly.

"DEE! Hey Dee!" she heard a familiar voice shout. Smirking, she turned to face the source. If she was surprised at seeing Will in a chair like that, the only indication of it was a raised eyebrow.

There was a momentary pang of guilt in her as he spoke, but why it was there she couldn't tell, and it passed as quickly as it came.

"You know," Deidre smirked, looking him over, "I'd ask 'what happened to you?', but I guess I'd have to tell my story too then, eh?" She had a momentary feeling she was forgetting something, then smiled as she remembered what it was. Cracking the pink glowstick around her neck, as she spoke her chest slowly became illuminated.

"I suppose I missed all the fun with the Loonies, then?" she asked, leaning against the bar, "Sorry I had to go and all, but I had...things I had to do." There was a subtle hesitation in her voice as she spoke, as though she was not proud of masking the truth. She did not stop masking it, though, and merely smiled at Will. "What you boys been up to?"

((Not broken, he was shot. And as soon as Will finds the b*****d, he's going to have a lycanthrope skin rug on his floor. evil ))

Will shrugged, a smile still on his face. "Hey, Dee. Everybody here are volunteers. You're all free to come and go as you please. As for what we've been up to..."

At this he grew somber. "We got the Lunites... all of them. At the end, we had four casualties, Charles and three of the guards after a Lunite attack against Haven. Krii'Ouse was infected by lycanthropy and is now a lycan; Tyler has been helping him to adjust. Crews are busy repairing the defensive perimeter, but they can't do much while this flooding is going on. All major Hunter activities are suspended for the moment, but we still have individual Hunters going out. We've got minor naval battles going on right in the middle of New York City. It's like a real-life Waterworld."

Then he looked back up at her and smiled, the first true, genuine smile he'd allowed himself in weeks. "It really is great having you back Dee. You still have a room down in Haven if you want it."

Unspoken was a simple request, one he didn't even realize he was making; stay here. Please.

Will smirked, a mischevious twinkle in his eye as he listened to her laugh. Damn, it would be impossible to say how glad he was that she was back enough. "Hmmmm, let's see.... Can I do any tricks? I suppose so. How about this?"

He flipped a switch on the bottom of the chair's right armrest. Suddenly the wheels folded in on themselves and came up underneath his seat. The wheels infalted to nearly twice their original size, and a faint whirring could be heard from the chair as hidden motors came to life. Spokes in the wheels shifted and turned, transforming into minature turbines. Air churned and compressed underneath him. Within twenty seconds of having pressed the switch, Will was hovering about four inches above the floor. He just smirked at the astonished reactions he got. "Alex designed the chair for me. Sometimes it pays to have a mad scientist on retainer. And that's not it's only trick."

He flipped another switch, this one on the bottom of the left armrest. The armrests flipped up and placed themselves against his shoulders. Revealed on the bottom of the armrests were a pair of small floodlights, a UV light, a video camera, a motion sensor, a heat sensor, a communications array, and a pair of laser sights. From the sides of the armrests, thin metal plating lined in kevlar and ceramic plate extended to entirely cover his chest, providing him with optimal protection against enemy fire. And finally, from where the armrests had been extended a small flamethrower on the left and the barrel of a sub-machinegun on the right. A pair of joysticks and control panels popped up underneath Will's forearms. "Ricardo worked with Alex for these bits, and everything has been magically protected by Uncle. I have a flamethrower with a ten second long fifteen foot stream, a sub-machinegun with a magazine of twenty 9mm silver bullets, a UV light, and even a spray system that releases a mist of holy water. I have laser targeting, communications, lights, and a variety of sensors. The armor plates over my chest can stop a couple of .50 cal rounds and is fire resistant. And the hover system lets me go at a steady pace of about five miles per hour at a height of up to six inches above the ground for just over two hours before it needs to be recharged."

Again he flipped the switches, and within a minute everything was back in place and he appeared to be sitting in a regular wheelchair. Will grinned wickedly, his eyes dancing with maniacal glee. "I think it's safe to say that at the moment I'm the most a**-kicking cripple around."

Will noticed Kerrigan moving towards the exit out of the corner of his eye. Turning to Hunter, he accepted a hastily scrawled note. Reading it quickly, he turned back to Kerrigan just as she was walking out the door. Taking in a breath, Will shouted out to her. "HEY! Kerrigan!"

She paused and turned towards him, and Will just smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "Good hunting Kerri. Come back home safely."

As Kerrigan left, Will noticed Lydia arrive. He waved at her, letting her know that he'd noticed her while allowing her the quiet and privacy she seemed to want, and then turned back to Dee. "So Dee, wanna see if I really can dance in this thing?"

His smile was mischevious and confident. Will was looking forward to having a little time with Dee.

She waved back hesitantly, not really understanding what the motion meant. She watched what was going on between Dee and William, intruiged at how they were acting with each other. She wasn't picking up any thoughts at the moment, so she felt a little deaf with only being able to see what they were doing. She sat down at a table, propping her elbows on the table and resting her head on her entwined fingers, watching them experssionless eyes.