Maple...
[Have some shuffling, and what almost sounds like muttered French, because it will annoy someone. Passive aggression at it's finest. Finally, cloth rustling aside, the device is most likely removed from his pocket.]
...eh?
[Enjoy having Canada's soft voice sounding rather tight, and rather tired.]
Are there any doctors available? I apologize for being so upfront but I need to speak to one.
[A pause, and then he sighs.]
Preferably to one who knows how to remove bullets. Thank you in advance.
(ooc: Shortly after
this log.)