"I never said I wanted to impress," he responded. "I'm just telling you how it is." He walked away from her and knelt down to pick up the gun that she'd used on him earlier. His knee screamed in protest at the movement, but he bit back the pain and put a hand out against the wall to make sure that he didn't fall over and screw himself up. Then he shifted the weapon between both his hands and set it down onto the table behind him.
"Better luck with that thing next time," he told her, smirking. Then he limped over to the window and glanced down at his watch again. Time to go.
He didn't say anything to Heather this time. Instead he just went over to the door, unlocked it, and vanished.