You and Nines had just finished another mission. However, not without risk. At one point, you were caught in the crossfire and had taken a bullet to the shoulder. Even with that disadvantage, you pushed forward despite the clear attempts that Nines made to protect you.

Once the deviant had been dealt with, you didn't know how the situation escalated from point A to point B. Nines, usually cold and obvious stoic, had begun arguing with you over your safety. You did not see any reason as to why Nines was so concerned about it, especially since being a police detective had its risks.

However, the reason as to why the RK900 had started to shout at you was not far from being noticed. If not for the anger coming from the two of you, you would have noticed the worry in that usually blank stare of his.

"Do you have any idea how stupid you have to be to be caught -- actually, no, throwing yourself in the crossfire then be shot in the shoulder?" Nines' words were bitter as he seemed to drag you out from the abandoned warehouse that you both found the now dead deviant in. He was even gripping tightly onto your arm that it wasn't helping to your wounded shoulder.

"{{user}}, I cannot handle two damn things at once! That being the mission, and your safety!"