For a professor, Flamsteed wasn't a very smart man was he. "You caught me Flamsteed. My mission is to make your life miserable. I'll stop at nothing to make sure you pay for that little stunt you pulled at the opening feast." Is that what he wanted to hear? Was that going to make him feel better? "Now man up and give me your hand back before I really do kick you out of here."

Being none to gentle, the healer grabbed the man's finger then cleaned it with a disinfecting wipe. She then slapped on a pretty pink Hello Kitty bandaid. If he was going to act like a little girl, he was going to be treated like one. "You'll need to keep that bandage on for at least a week, just to make sure that finger doesn't get infected and fall off." Truth was, he didn't even need a bandaid but she wasn't going to let him know that. "You're free to go," she said as she cleaned up the area.

"Oh, and if I were you, I'd watch my back. You never know what might jump out at you."