The hunter's response seemed to tickle Nemo even more than it tickled Wes.[color=c0c0c0] "I thought you might say that."[/color] He commented before giving her a comforting smile. [color=c0c0c0]"I would of done the same, if I was in your position. But then again, I'm not... If you aren't willing to die for your cause, then what purpose does being part of a organization who puts you in mortal danger serve?"[/color] Nemo asked.[color=c0c0c0] "You serve the cause... but it doesn't serve you does it?" [/color]

Nemo grasped her arm right behind where it had been severed and held up the other part next to it. White strands of pure mana began to generate between the two wounds. [color=c0c0c0]"I must warn you, my threads aren't the most comfortable way to heal, but I think you're a bit more uncomfortable in this state anyways."[/color] He explained. The glowing threads connected with the other half and suddenly pulled the arm back together. Afterwards hundreds more threads began to generate, rapidly sewing the arm back in to place, nerve by nerve. In the beginning it would hurt, but eventually dull to a slightly pleasant warm feeling. 

The whole ordeal took about twenty seconds before Nemo leaned back from the bed, finished. The arm looked good as new, not even leaving a scar after the threads faded away. The only thing which remained was a sore feeling where the wound used to be which would fade in a couple days. Nemo couldn't do anything about the blood loss, she no doubt felt much better, but still weak from what they already lost. [color=c0c0c0]"There, good as new, huh?"[/color] Nemo spoke, satisfied with his handiwork. He noticed he had amassed some blood on his un-gloved left hand, which prompted him to raise his palm out to his mouth, and lick the blood off with his tongue. After a few moments of contemplation, his expression hinted that the taste was pleasing to him. 

Nemo washed his hands off at Wes' sink before taking his coat off and placing it on a hanger. The action seemed tedious, as the rain coat soon disappeared back to his mana-inventory after he left it. This revealed the silver engraved cowboy revolver resting in the embossed holster on his hip. Nemo took a seat on a chair in the room and let out a sigh. 

[color=c0c0c0]"So what's going on here? What's all this roughhousing about?"[/color] Nemo asked nonchalantly despite the situation, not directing the question towards any of two in particular. He looked to the female hunter. [color=c0c0c0]"Oh, and take that stuff off your head, I'd like to know what who I'm dealing with looks like. I know this one is Wesley, but I don't know your name." [/color]