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"I guess you really did a number on it, Kimiko." Daisuke said with what sounded like a touch of pride, shooting his friend a brief grin and bumping her shoulder with his own. He might normally have offered a fist bump or high five, something a little more noticeable, but his back fucking hurt. He really didn't want to move too much around the shoulder blades if he could help it. "Good work."

"We ready to get goin', detective?" He asked, slowly acclimating to the man's strange way of speaking, while he eyed the DRU in the back seat with them. It wasn't hostile anymore, and in fact seemed pretty domesticated, but he wasn't going to trust it just yet. Not after sixty three of its friends had just been trying to kill him.