One thing he decided during this brief period. He's keeping her around, if he can help it. Who needs to go to a clinic when you have your own medic. No one to question your wounds when you're preceived as one of the good guys.

"I think I can manage to pass out in my own bed. We'll just have to call that a second date."

His cheeky smile wanes as he gets up, toss his shirt back on and flex his arm, wringing out unfamiliarly healed flesh. Back to the business at hand, Choi's dead and he confirmed his deal with Leng and got healed all in one go. It's been a good night.

"Thanks for the hand, and I'll catch you later."

And he's up, up and across the roof.