[Reyoki]

Maki glared about at her subordinates, then said, "Sorry, but I don't smoke. It kinda slows you down when you can't fight for lack of breath. I'm sure someone else would be willing to help you out, though." A brief moment passed, then a couple nearly-empty packs of cigarettes were tossed in front of Roland. "So then, you got some other reason for being here? I wouldn't expect someone of your... occupation... to just drop by for pleasantries, although I do appreciate you helping out one of mine."

Lillian gritted her teeth and brought one of her wrist blades up to the bullet wound she'd gotten earlier. She carefully dug into the wound with a finger and the blade and barely managed to dislodge the chunk of metal. "Shit," she swore as she tossed the bullet into a nearby trash can. The wound bled a bit more, and she put pressure on it to stem the flow.

A couple minutes later, she fished around in her pocket for something to cover the wound. Finding nothing, she took a pillowcase off a clothes line overhead and tore it into strips, using it to dress the wound. It was a tad sloppy, but at least she wouldn't have blood trickling down her arm now. She wandered around away from the explosion site, wanting to get as far away from that psycho Skull Hunter as possible.