[Five in the morning, and Ling gets a few sleepy greetings as he heads up the stairs, because it's just as Greed had said: there's a fair few people heading out. Some of them look familiar, although distantly so; they're all changed in some way, shorter hair or scarves around their faces, keeping their identities somewhat hidden.
Some-- the more injured ones, the ones that slept on the bed last night, the ones that need a better doctor than they really have-- are still around. And Greed, of course, who is the one to answer the door, first with a gun and then with a grin as he sees who it is.]
Lan Fan!
[An enthusiastic little greeting, made entirely because she looks like she hates him.]
No trouble? C'mon, let's see what you've got--
[He jerks his head, leading them to the kitchen. There's somebody dozing there, holding a mug of coffee and perched on the counter, but Greed waves them off as they try and get up.]
Nah, nah, stay-- here. How much did you manage to get out?
[The money, he means, as he straddles a chair and sits at the kitchen table.]
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Some-- the more injured ones, the ones that slept on the bed last night, the ones that need a better doctor than they really have-- are still around. And Greed, of course, who is the one to answer the door, first with a gun and then with a grin as he sees who it is.]
Lan Fan!
[An enthusiastic little greeting, made entirely because she looks like she hates him.]
No trouble? C'mon, let's see what you've got--
[He jerks his head, leading them to the kitchen. There's somebody dozing there, holding a mug of coffee and perched on the counter, but Greed waves them off as they try and get up.]
Nah, nah, stay-- here. How much did you manage to get out?
[The money, he means, as he straddles a chair and sits at the kitchen table.]