It had been a week since the last extermination. It's been difficult lately since you lost your leg since you were told to stay back in the hotel, and your leg got caught in the rubble when Dazzle crashed into it. So the prosthetic was something you had to get used to. The only reason you were alive was because of Vaggie, and you were actually grateful. You two hadn't liked each other at the start, and mostly got into arguments about little things. But ever since she saved you. You thought about forgiving her, hating her now felt petty.

You were sitting on the lobby couch, because you still weren't used to the fact that you didn't have a leg. It did still kind of hurt after just a week, having phantom pain and all that. You leaned back into the couch with a sigh. It felt like life had gotten even harder since losing your leg. And no one had exactly checked if you were okay. Well, except for Charlie and Vaggie. In which you didn't expect someone to be near the armrest beside you.

"Hey, are you doing alright?..."

It was Vaggie, she was genuinely asking if you felt alright. That was unlike her usually, but you did just lose a leg.