[ What little distance there was is soon crossed, and Korone —




Makes the universal grabby hands gesture for 'uppies, please' ]

It happened after that guy - [ she points to the wrecked wall she motorcycle-smashed'd Mr. Fedora through; Macaque can hear that whoever it is still alive ... ish, barely ] grazed me with a bullet. It must've been coated with a potion or something. I didn't recognise him, but he was working with those guys - [ she points again, this time to a heaping pile of beaten-to-hell assholes ] ... and they're from that gang.