PTSD, of the Rogue kind...

Where'd u go. Eh?! I was startin' 2 worry u were serious. - Rogue

Was. Runt would b pissed tho. So for his sake only. U bloody shyster... - Arrow

Ahhh.... Don't b that way, eh? C'mon. So how'd u find me? - R

Ur kidding, right? Couldn't miss the trail a Goul bits, eh? Ur a handy 1 with ur tools, huh? - A

Oh, Darlin' u have no idea. ...
K. Dead stare. Probably not good that. Sorry Luv, fightin' jacks me up. - R

Huh. I'll have 2 keep that in mind. That waz ur 1 free pass. K? Now. Lemme see the leg wots oozing dribbles all over ur cozy cave floor, no? - A

Sure thing Darlin. How much can I take off?? - R

Arrrgh! - A

Hey. Apologized once. 'S alls u get. Am whose I am, seen? - R

'S cool. Anyone's covered n flecks of blood n body bits has a right to be jacked n a mite testy. Just don't expect me to help u out with that stand ur sprouting, aye? - A

Lord a Sanctuary, ur a hard woman Long Bow. - R

Not as hard as u, apparently... - A

Ohhhhhh, aaarrrrrrrrRRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!! Just quit, eh?!! - R

Heh heh heh.... Eh! Stop that u Oaf or ur on ur own! - A