Project R turned slowly to the one speaking. "I only gave you the proposition of not having to see this little girl torn to peices by those undead. You have no clue of the crap i'm dealing with at the moment. I can't remember a damn thing, i've got this smell of rotten fruit following me everywhere. The worst thing of all, i'm starting to think i'm no better then those dead stiffs." He cracked his neck slowly not even really waiting for a response. "I'll leave Deadfang then. I've got to find some things." At that he turned again, moving towards the end of the street.