The absolute calm with which the man carried himself was not something that came out of merely being shot at more than once - even if that was alarming in and of itself - but most likely something that had been ingrained on him with hard training.
The manner he’d approached her as well, combined with the casual displeasure at no one else being helpful and the request to take the bullet out quickly. Not just take it out or make the pain stop, but to do it quickly. It didn’t even seem like he was in pain, really. The bullet seemed more like an annoyance than anything. Maybe he was still being chased by whoever shot him, but at this point she was far too interested to just leave it at that.
“It’s going to hurt.” She warned even though there was hardly a need to. It didn’t seem like he would be passing out on her any time soon, and he didn’t look like the type who would accept any medication from a stranger, so she grabbed a pair of forceps from her equipment and bent down slightly to have a better view.
With a steady hand, she reached the instrument into the wound and quickly plucked out the bullet, instantly noticing how the tip wasn’t deformed like the rest of it. “Seastone…” He was a devil fruit user.
He didnt move as she removed the bullet, didnt even flinch, it’d be more trouble than it was worth if she made a mistake during a moment of weakness, but as soon as that seastone left his body, he could feel his zoan reawaken, senses retuning, everything becoming so much clearer as if his senses had just taken speed everything heightened, smells became more distinctive, he could smell the stench of blood on his torn up shirt, his zoan rousing from it’s forced slumber to the smell of blood.
He could smell her urgency, he could smell the fear of the civilians watching, he could smell adrenaline coursing through the veins of someone in the crowds, he just couldn’t figure out where. The shooter was still there, possibly hoping to catch him before he got the bullet out, now he’d be a target for another shot.
A professional no doubt. The government had a few of them in its pockets. It was only a matter of time before they contacted a couple to track down their missing assets, especially since their cadets weren't doing a very good job of it.
A throaty growl ripped from his throat, teeth shifting sharper for a brief moment before dulling back out straight, eyes darted around the surroundings, shoulder rolling as if the movement would help rid the annoyance of pain “Thank you... but you should get out of the streets now... bad people with guns running around”
