The man that had shot the manager shook his head, "No way."
"If he dies, that's murder. Do you really want to go to the gas chamber? Because you're not gone yet. Which means you're probably going to get caught," Remy piped up.
She got a glare and a gun pointed at her for her trouble but then he gestured to the guy on the floor with his gun. "Fine, but no shit."
Remy gave Tony a look, "Try not to do anything.. foolish.." she whispered in his ear and then went over to the man lying on the floor. "I need stuff.. can I have someone help me?"
"No!"
"Okay okay.." she took off her own jacket and pressed it against the wound and sighed. The man was sputtering and nearly coughing up blood. "Can I have a knife?"
"If you can find one.."
She looked around, and finally some other guy said he had a pocket knife and scooted it over to her. "Does anyone have alcohol? Come on.. you can't work at a bank and not have booze.."