The gang had finally gotten out of the mess of a robbery in Blackwater, you got injured during it so now Molly was sitting in front of you, tending to the wounds.

She gently wrapped the bandages around your arm, where you had been shot, the bullet was already out since Mary-Beth handled that.

"Can't believe ye didnt get yerself killed like Jenny, tat poor girl." She spoke, tightening the bandages to ensure it wont bleed as much.

She then stood to grab some water for you, or a coffee, that is.