[Bovice]

"I.. was fine." Aaron sat up. He grabbed his boxers and put them on. He stood with a silent sigh, he felt a twinge of pain. He grabbed his pants and slowly put them on. He grabbed his shirt and shoes and went to his duffel bag. He stuffed his pistol on the back of his pants, and grabbed a cartridge from his jacket. "I'm going to go for a walk, actually a limp." He smiled a bit as he limped to the door.