"Yeah, well....for me that weight is literal," He sighed, pulling back the cuff of his pants to show her his prosthetic. It's in horrible disrepair, so rusty that it looks like it might fall apart at any minute.

"I probably don't even need to say anything else for you to understand my problem." Fearless piped up next, tapping his claws knowingly against his glass, "We're strapped fer cash, not like you can do anythin' 'bout it dollface."