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Yeah, adrenaline makes a good painkiller.

~~okay it really hurts now.~~

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So does pleasure.

Both equally effective, for sure.

Afraid I don't have any adrenaline, sweetheart.

I already had the adrenaline. *points to her shoulder* I found it at work.

Do you want me to kiss it for you?

I'm told my kisses are very therapeutic.

Nah, it's okay. I've had worse.

Well, even a tough girl has to have a name...

You first, handsome.

I guess most people just call me Hank.

And most just call me Aiden. Nice to meet 'cha, Hank.

I didn't realize that name went both ways. So, what happened to your shoulder there?

It does, but if it bothers ya, you can just call me Burn. *looks down at her bandaged shoulder* Bullet grazed the shoulder. I'm a Detective with the NYPD.

Now, who would shoot at a pretty thing like you?

I hope you didn't miss...

Anyone thinking they're above the law?

... Miss what?

No, I'm fairly certain it signifies a lapse of cognitive function. And, I hope you didn't miss...when you were shooting back.

I am honored to be your friend, m'dear. You realize you've taken a bullet for me? I am in your debt.

[galantly offers a fresh icepack]

Yeah, well I need at least a couple months before I do it again. So, don't be getting kidnapped again anytime soon. *teases and accepts the icepack with a grin*

Right *takes a pencil from his ear and scrawls an imaginary note in midair* Canceling all kidnappings.

Good deal, Sid. *laughs*

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