[i]He nods[/i] T-trinity? Okay... [i]He pulls his pistol from his jeans, unloading the mag and popping the round from the chamber. He catches it mid-air, the mag sliding into his open pocket. Inserting the new one, he pulls back the slide with a 'ka-chak!', and twirls the bullet in his hand.[/i] I-is there something y-you need, T-Trinity? I'd... help... [i]Every part of him regretted those words, but he smiled faintly: she'd helped him, the least he could do was help in return.[/i]