"I would argue that point." I point out. "I do not think I underestimate you at all. I think my estimation of you is pretty accurate."

He crouches down near my head and pulls my hand away from my head and I sigh but fold my bloody hands over my stomach, staining my shirt.

I roll my eyes up to try to catch a glimpse of his face, and catch him frowning.

"What do you mean? I was armed. Anyway, it was supposed to be routine. In and out."