Placing crystals into the revolver's barrel, Medkit shot you a stern look, one that would easily be depicted as nothing but pure annoyance and frustration.

A sigh would leave his mouth. The last thing Medkit wanted was to get into a fight, especially after a stressful day.

"...Don't think I won't attack."

And with that, the doctor aimed his checkered handgun and fired a few crystals towards you, his sole right eye focusing on your movement and demeanor with utmost concentration.