You don’t, Mr. I shot Faux in the fucking ankle. You almost let those thugs get away, too. You’re lucky I am a skilled medical professional, or I would’ve bled out by the time we got back to Spaghetti. 

Hey Remi... can I take his corpse?

I didn’t mean to startle you. (Faux brings her other hand up in surrender. 

The woman looks at Faux, practically scanning her down. She composes herself and lets go of Faux. Faux keeps her hands up, and they glow a mix of yellow and green.) I’ll make this fast. I don’t know who you are, nor do I have the time to learn. If you’re running from Neurallink, you’ve gotta get out of here. We’ve gotta get out of here. But you’re not going anywhere beaten up like that. I can heal you and then you can use that big ass gun on your back to help us shoot our way out of this mess. Deal?