Flynn sees his partner walking off, leaving him to his own devices. "Guess... I'll do that then." He get's up from the chair, throws every piece of equipment just in the corner of the cockpit and takes a few good stretches. The snapping of released air from the bones can be heard as Flynn stretches his arms and tilts his neck. He looks down and sees the bullet wound on his chest. Now that the adrenaline of the day (and the auto-stims from his suit) was wearing off, the stinging pain came creeping up. He let's out a hiss as he touches the wound and his hand recoils. "I think this has priority."

The Argo was too small to house a proper medbay, but they had set a small corner in the cargo hold up where all the medical stuff was. Flynn rummages through some crates and finds some Nano-Aid Bandages[sup]tm[/sup]. He slaps a piece on the wound and let's out a groan as the microscopic bots start working on the damages tissue. Luckily it had been a small bullet wound. Anything larger these things wouldn't fix. These bots weren't 'that' smart after all. He sits down in the not so comfy looking chair and leans back with his head, looking at the ceiling. A sound makes him look up at the entrance of the cargo hold. It is the girl and she is staring at him. He beckons her closer and pulls a chair that is in reach behind one of the crates. The girl hesitates but eventually comes closer and sits down.

They start talking...