*Galaxy gets off of Johnny's back as he nods, not looking that scared of them* Galaxy: *she gets out a journal and writes in it a bit, waiting for next instruction, johnny is twisting his wrist when she looks up at him* you okay? Johnny: yeah, i just hurt my wrist while punching the living daylights out of one of those patrolmen... Galaxy: Don't move it around too much, you'll make it worse A.B