"Ah, hey Flori- uh, Zoey, I guess you prefer now," California said, the freelancer used to calling her teammates by their call signs instead of their real names. She looked down at her arm. "I've got it, thanks. Just a long healing process now." She grunted softly as the last of the bandages covered the angry-looking wound, and California flexed her hand testing it. "So," California continued, replacing her bracer gently. "Did we get anything of value, or is the man as stubborn as he used to be?"




