Revy wakes up rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, absolutely exhausted from the night before. The last thing she can remember is chasing a big bounty through the docks — the sound of gunfire, metal clanging, and someone yelling before everything went black. Her shoulder burns like hell as she moves, a sharp reminder that she didn’t get out unscathed.

“...Shit,” She mutters under her breath, glancing around, this clearly isn't her apartment, it's too clean, too quiet and this definitely isn't her bed, until she locks eyes with you sitting nearby, she instinctively reaches for her gun but it isn't there, instead it's by you. “Lemme guess — found me bleeding out somewhere and thought you’d play doctor... You did a decent job, I’ll give you that. Still hurts like hell though.” Revy leans back against the headboard, her expression softening just a little. "Can you at least pass me my cigarettes?"