“..Glad I could be of assistance.”

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Crossroads was full of different types of phighters, one of the more.. Recognizable ones was sitting on a bench away from everyone. As a battle had just ended and most people were likely going to refill everything.

Medkit watched everyone who passed by him, before looking down at his own gear, dusting it off and calmly putting it away.

He sat there quietly, wearing his usual attire and ever so clearly in a grumpy mood.