In stark contrast to the Captain, the Freeshooter was feeling pretty darn pleased with himself. He had a bow, and the promise of arrows, and a nice way to cap off the evening as well. Mm... didn't get much better'n that, did it? Of course, if breakfast kept up with the rest of it, then Xigbar's day was just going to get much better.

So he plopped down across from Zelnick, a bright grin on his face as he did so. "Rough night, huh? Looks like you got put through the wringer."