Ryoma had a hard time concentrating on Isaac's actions, because... well, there was currently a bunch of metal instruments being dug into his arm. It hurt like a mother fuckin' BITCH and the extremely pained expression on his face made that obvious.

The knuckles of the hand that desperately clutched the table where sheer white, and his fingernails were actually beginning to bleed a it from digging in so much. Ryoma squirmed awkwardly, letting out the loudest hiss when the bullet was finally slid out of his arm - and then the pain slowly subsided, and he was left panting.

"There. It's out," one of the women said, dropping it into a tray off to the side, Ryoma looked over and made a slight face, wincing. "Damn. That was a fuckin' big one..."