Zanthe shrugged, then cocked an eyebrow gently. "I see," she said, murmuring for a moment before finally removing her sweatshirt. "... To answer your question, once the pain kicked in, it hurt like something else. Plus, the hospital was out of anesthetic, so I was awake when they cut into me to get the damned thing out." The catfox calmly extended a hand to Kammy, the other leaning on the gun tucked into her waistband. "... The name's Zanthe. What's yours?"