If they wanna know how people work, they should hand out a fuckin' survey. [ He sighs irritatedly and presses his hands back against the counter to drum his fingers on the edge. ]

Let's not give 'em the satisfaction of dying, you and I. We'll find you some ammo, one way or another, 'cause you don't look like you have any abilities other than... whatever you've got goin' for you. Smarts or sneakiness or whatever. So long as the bullets stay in the gun when I'm sleepin'.

[ The fact that Gin was showing him his back meant that either the guy trusted him or figured he was too weak to do much of anything. Shizuo just sniffed in amusement and chewed on the thermometer. ] Yeah yeah. I get that. I just don't wanna help the catastrophe out any or hurt anyone I don't mean to.

[ Blinking, though, Shizuo tilts his head a little, like a curious dog. ] Treat me...? To what?