Everyone seems to be heading back to the bar, and Merriman is quite glad of that. He looks down at his left wrist, estimating the damage done as a fracture -- and thankfully not much more than that. It will be painful for a time, but it will heal.

He had been prepared to pay a much higher price, after all.

He spares a brief glance for the woman in white, who is walking away from the bar with the half-blinded, uncertain step of the shell-shocked. The thought occurs to him that he ought to go after her, to find out where she will go...but truthfully, he has nothing to say to her.

As far as he is concerned, at the moment she is no longer the Light's business.

So he turns, and trudges after the others.