"Proposition..." The word was weight in Wes' mouth, probably because he hadn't heard it in a while, but he could not deny the prospect excited him. It had been a long, long time since he had anything of particular merit or interest to do, and he couldn't even find it in him to be concerned about what he would be asked, nodding in approval as Nemo explained himself slightly more. He did agree for the most part - he preferred to see himself as a problem-solver as well, though everyone did see problems in their own light, Wes knew [i]that[/i]. Artistic? Maybe not, he didn't take any great pleasure besides that of a job well done, and he didn't quite have the...[i]methods[/i] at the disposal of his fingers as Nemo did. Like stitching arms together with magical spaghetti. He leaned back slightly on one foot and grinned. "Well, why not. I do like to feel wanted."

	He flicked the gun at the hunter casually. "After you," he said cheerfully, wanting to get on with this conversation as quickly as possible. Now that she was somewhat neutralised, he had no issue with letting her go free with bruised pride instead of no forearm; if they encountered one another again, and not in present company, perhaps he wouldn't be feeling so lenient, nor so cheerful. Nemo seemed to be feeling the same, but her bravado was grating, and if she did persist...well, it wouldn't be anything on his hands.

	To his surprise, the woman shakily began to back towards the door, keeping her eyes on the other three warily. Evidently, her plans to ruin everything had ultimately failed - she couldn't muster up the energy to stop them, and her heart pumped in her chest in humiliation and...fear. Obviously she was scared, no weapon, massive amounts of blood lost, no partner to back her up, and the white eyes of the newcomer did not help to set her at ease - nor the name.

	"If you think this is over," she began to threaten, and Wes casually aimed the gun, sending her scrambling back.

	"Isn't it?" he asked flatly, impatient. "If not goodbye, you should at least thank your friend." He nudged his shoulder towards Nemo, uncertain of how this was affecting him.

	The woman spat instead, trying to grasp the door handle while shooting daggers at them. Wes chuckled again, and the gun lowered, now aiming towards the head of the barely conscious man.

	"If you don't get out now," he said very slowly, "neither you or your friend will."

	"It is not over," she repeated, and Wes rolled his eyes as she scrambled with the knob to open it, turning to Nemo before she even exited the room. 

	"So, fire away," he said, smiling at his own double meaning.