Despite the pain she was in, thankfully reduced to a dull throbbing by the oxycodone, as long as Beatrix didn't have to fight any monsters, or snakes, she'd be okay. Still, she strapped her katana to her back, thankful her primary sword arm hadn't been severely injured, unlike her other, and added the pairing blade into her hair.

She hoped HK-47 wouldn't find some reason to miss a third night in a row.

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