"Scrawny kid, red and blue costume...? But I suppose he could have come out of the spandex..." He sighs, and lets the actuators help him get his shirt back on carefully, moving the injured arm as little as possible. The briefcase of money, bundled up in his coat, is held out of the way by an actuator while he gets that back on as well.
"I may be back. Thank you." It's a stiff and grudging thanks, but it's there. "And you... don't make me regret all this anymore than I already do." The last is directed at Daredevil.
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"I may be back. Thank you." It's a stiff and grudging thanks, but it's there. "And you... don't make me regret all this anymore than I already do." The last is directed at Daredevil.