"Oh believe me, there's only one person that wants to snap your neck more than me right now, and that's the girlfriend of the woman you almost killed. Though an old friend sent over a few experimental tanks, Bacta-something, I don't know what they're called. The cuts are small mind you, but they're plentiful. A few blood transfusions and we can keep her alive long enough to get in that thing for likely a week, I can have a Geneshit I know watch over her."

[b]I smile.[/b] "I'll add both of you guys to my favorite list: 'The Book of People who want to Kill, Maim, and/or Torture Me'. And if you need a faster bit of healing..." [b]I hand over a small pill, softly glowing red. Multiple inscriptions written in a long past language are present, yet it seems just barely familiar.[/b] "These little buggers saved me from a shot to the heart, albeit over about week. It should be friendly with augmentations, it was in my case."

"Alright, thanks man." [i]The Frontiersman accepts the pill and plants it in his duster pocket. [/i]"I should go calm Diana down, keep her from sending the PMC after you, wish me luck." [i]JT said, before he walked off into the distance. [/i]

[b]I wave.[/b] "Don't deter her too much, PMC sounds like a fun army to fight."