Nemo watched Raiya abandon the room through the door, his gaze still lingering even after she was gone. [color=c0c0c0]"I hope you're right."[/color] He spoke to himself after moments had passed. 

Nemo turned back and adjusted his position in his seat. He now turned his gaze to the room, the smashed glass and liquor, his arm still firmly pinned to the table with blood oozing out. [color=c0c0c0]"What a mess."[/color] Nemo commented.

Grasping the handle of the knife in hand, Nemo pulled it out in one swift motion. His mana-threads immediately went to work at patching him up, repairing the impaled flesh and muscle. Within twenty seconds the procedure was nearly finished, as the threads faded the blood which leaked out earlier seemed to suck back up into the cut on his arm before it sealed up for good. Leaving a small scar only in the wooden table where his knife hit. He washed the excess blood off his blade in the sink before wiping it dry with a cloth and placing it back in the sheath.

Nemo turned his attention to the broken drink now. He began to hum "La donna e mobile" to himself as he searched for the cleaning supplies. Instead of just using his magic Nemo seemed intent on doing things manually. After a few minutes Nemo finished picking up the broken glass and wiping the alcohol off the ground. He disposed of the trash and sullied towels. By the time his was finished the floor was spotless.

Sitting back down at his chair once again, Nemo continued what he was originally doing. He reloaded his revolvers and finished his soda, still humming. After placing them back in their holsters Nemo dispelled the case and brought all of his plates to the kitchen and binned the bottle.

Finally done, Nemo settled down on a chair. He didn't bother to turn on the television, simply letting his thoughts entertain him as he waited.