Snippet #1931199

Despite the fact that his arm was now tightly bound in the cast, Jared barely felt any pain at all. "Thanks Kathleen!" He said, drawing his arm closer to himself where it lay comfortably on the table in front of where he sat. "Anyways, we aren't that limited in manpower. I think we can still take some of the older-looking and mostly-human looking ones to help move the furniture. Since it'd be dark, nobody would really notice anything off," he mused. He watched the ex-scientist search through the bag of medicines as he spoke.

"So I suppose I will go to get the money and rent the truck and all that tomorrow night?" He added after a natural pause in his rambling thoughts. "After all, we need to inform the others about this. I wouldn't want them to think that we were under attack and get my arm broken or something again." His tone became slightly joking as he nodded down to the cast in front of him. "I've had enough being beaten up."