PC chuckled, “Yes, I suppose it is.” PC flipped the screen to face her, showing her a criminal record on Grhymm. “All you’ll need to know about him.”
Zephyr stepped forward to look at the screen. “Oh. So he calls himself Grhymm. Fitting,” she muttered, eyes scanning all the information. “Already picked up on the ‘batshit insane’ part.”
“Entirely. Hey, can I ask you something? Do you have any idea how painful it is to have your skull opened while you’re still awake?” PC sighed, “I’d recommend staying far away from him.”
Zephyr looked to him, concern in her eyes. “N-no,” she answered, frowning. “I’m sorry for what he did to you.” She stepped away from the screen and sighed. “If you still want to catch him, I’ll gladly help.”
“I appreciate the offer.” He stood up, “Maybe we should get you to the hospital for a more professional treatment?”
“Ha! After dealing with scalpels being thrown at me, do you really think I want to step anywhere near a medical facility?” Zephyr asked, laughing sarcastically. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. I have stuff at home I can patch myself up with.”
“Right.” PC scratched the back of his head. “Wanna just hang out later or something? Maybe bust some heads?”
