Today Corry had come home with a chunk of her ear missing. Apparently a nightstalker snagged it. ‘Don’t worry, though!’ She says. ’I killed it back quickly!’ She says grinning, before she promptly passes out on the floor. She had forgotten about the venom. So, Yesman freaking out, called over Arcade, who came right over!- All to see Yesman in practical tears worried about if Corry had died. Arcade freaked then too. But it turned out that Corry was going to be fine, and that she had simply forgotten to take antivenom, and Arcade, frustrated -because this was the third time this goddamned week he had been called over- had sentenced Corry to stay in the Lucky 38 for a week with a jumpy Yesman as punishment. Currently, Corry was trying to calm down a freaking Yesman over a paper cut. Yesman, in turn, was trying to get Corry to bed, so he could stop worrying about her.