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"I'm Nica, and it's no trouble at all. Here, let's get out of the street and I'll get you patched up as best as I can."

She gently takes his uninjured arm and leads him back to the shop man's store. "I think the last thing we need is to have someone seeing your wounds and asking questions about it, eh?"

Trivicus followed Nica into the shop. He felt a little uncomfortable, away from the anonymity of the crowd, singled out and recognized. But he really would like a better remedy for his bullet wound which you wouldn't have gotten if you weren't so hasty to fight. Oh, give it a break, I already did it. If I give you a break, you'll do it again.

"You're right, I'd rather not be questioned about it," Trivicus responded, "Given the nature of how I acquired it." He looked around the shop. There were a pair of sharp gloves, sort of like the kind that other fighter was using. That blonde girl who was caught in the brawl was there, too, holding a sickening sludge, talking with the shopkeeper as to its worth. Some shop this is. Well, maybe it's their hideout or something. You've got to be kidding me. It's just a thought. No, it's just a coincidence they're all meeting here.

"So, is this a hideou- ffhhh..." Trivicus quietly hissed as he brushed his other, wounded shoulder lightly against the edge of the door. He lifted his sleeve to bare the wound and allow himself a better look at it. Still a little anxious outside of the crowd, he idly asked, "You'll really help me out?" You should stop talking, you're making yourself sound like a damn fool.

She gives Trivicus a kind smile. "Of course I'll really help you." Seeing the wound she winces a little. "That looks pretty bad. Why don't you pull up a chair and I'll see if the shopkeeper has any rags I can use so we can get that cleaned out."

Nica turns her head to look at the shop man and gives him a wry smile. "Well, looks like I wasn't gone as long as I thought I'd be. You wouldn't happen to have any clean rags and maybe some warm water and soap would you?"

"Weren't any of you wounded, too?" Trivicus speculated, only silently. Still, he was glad to accept help, and was finished questioning whether Nica was being honest. He looked around for a chair, and sat down.

Trivicus found himself in a strange situation. He had full intentions of disappearing after being treated, lest he be questioned. He didn't like being questioned too much. Now that he thought it over, though, he couldn't just leave. That would be rude. Trivicus wondered if he'd ever really be anonymous to these few again. Ah, well, Trivicus thought. I suppose I dropped any chance of staying clear of these few's affairs when I fired my gun to their enemy.

Kit wanders into the shop, oblivious to the excitement that had occurred just a short period of time ago. And besides, it had had nothing to do with her. As her eyes adjust to the difference between the outside and inside light she takes in the scene, two very battered and bloody people with weapons.

"Oh! Oh.. um.. I.. uh... I think I might... erm.. I might have the wrong shop.. Uh.. I... How about I just run away now?"

She begins to edge to the door while making sure to keep facing the other two. It wouldn't do to turn her back to them so they can grab her from behind.

Should I run for help? Did they kill someone? Oh my gosh! I bet they did! I bet they're cold blooded killers! Where's the shopkeep? Oh no! What if they killed him?

" "Hey, Missy!" The shopkeeper had his eye on Kit the whole time. "You're not stealing anything, are you? You do know you have to pay, right? Even though there's no money or anything." THe keeper looks at the wall. The Ka-nife was still on the rack, and the Amino Sludge was still in his hands. "Oh. Well, sorry for the trouble. Have a nice day." His last statement wasn't really meant, but the whole thing just seemed awkward."