"You Should See The Other Guys... Gals... Whatever"

Lia pursed her lips, realizing what she had just said to Chesna. She meant it in frustration, but there were things you just did not say in front of Chesna. "Gah... Oh, fine." Lia sighed. She turned to Clyde, "You. We'll figure out the... thing... with the thing... and the gun thing later. Whatever. Just get. Scoot. Get the hell out." She waved him off, "Go explore the hospital. Find something new. Run laps. We... need the room. Get out and don't come back for..." She turned back to Chesna, arching an eyebrow as if asking a question, "Ten minutes-ish? We still... got to get to that thing..."

When it became apparent to Clyde that Lia didn't know diddly squat about the murders he committed back home in Texas he would relax a bit more. Though he was still uncertain as to whether or not she really knew something or not, Clyde wasn't about to hint towards the fact that his files most likely mentioned that he was wanted for questioning in relation to the unexpected death of a young pregnant woman and her father.

This prompted Clyde to remain silent in front of Lia but would be otherwise shocked by how much 'care' he saw coming from Chensa, but he supposed it was only natural for someone to care for their lover like that. Clyde definitely knew the feeling. However once Lia actually told Clyde to get and leave, he would stare at her in disbelief for a moment as he recalled how eager she was to help him at first only to pretty much tell him to take a hike.

"Well screw you too, Bunny-Lady... And here I thought you were cool..." Clyde would say with a clear frown to Lia and Chesna before he turned his body, planted his feet on the cold floor before he began to slowly limp and stagger his way out of the door.

"Ey!! Can somebody get me a wheel chair!?!?" Clyde would demand before he saw a nurse coming by alone with a wheel chair. "Lemme see That!" Clyde would say before he throwing himself backwards to land in the wheelchair before he placed his hands on the wheel to the side and began to roll his way towards the elevator. Hellbent on making the long ass expedition to Tokyo.

Lia watched Clyde stumble slowly out. "He's... gonna try to get to the pay per view by himself, ain't he?" Lia shrugged, "We'll just have to pick him up from the side of the road on the way." With a sigh, Lia embraced Chesna and grabbed her tit roughly, "Just take me. I feel like shit."

As much as Lia deserved some alone time with Chesna, it appeared that a rather obnoxious cowboy wasn't done with the bunny just yet. Clyde knew he was going to probably get yelled at for this but he had to know a couple things before he left the hospital and only Lia could give him those answers. Pulling a 180 in his wheelchair to turn himself around and go back towards the room where Lia and Chesna were, rolling up in front of the doorway.

"Ey Ms. Cross! One last thing!" Clyde would declare loudly with a wide grin on his face that hid a rather nervous demeanor because of how he feared Lia was going to react to him returning and postponing her moment with Chesna.

"Uhmmm... So what we gon' do about this shooter guy? Is he still around or do ya have a lead on em? I honestly don't know what's goin' on anymore...."