Blood dripped from the wound and made an audible patter on the ground as sinew stitched itself together. The problem now removed and twixt her fingers reflected back at her. She dropped the bullet into the puddle below and grinned. "Entrapment? Do I get into legal trouble for it?"
Need a minute. Maybe five. And some tweezers.
"Am I..." She paused, a ha and reaching up and with minor protest and pulling, pulled the bullet out.
"Still...Prettyy?"
Laura sighs as she picks up the tweezers and gets to work.
"Too many guns, not enough time to dodge them. Better through them than around." Gah.
MY BODY MAY BE HEALED, MY MIND MAY BE CLEAR, BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS WILL NEVER COME OFF.
