"I said what I said."

As her vision focused, she spoke.

"Sometimes it's better to go through the problem then around it."

"Thanks." She grumbled as her other eye began to regrow, seeing the golden hue of the bullet through it.

Sitting forward, a sudden clink on the floor let's them know the bullet made it's way out.

"Whissskey. Bottle."

Hngh.