Ryan stepped up to the doorway, peeking inside before turning back. "Come with me, man. I'm seriously freaking out!"
Leeroy sighed, rubbing his eyes as he walked over.
Evelyn pursed her lips but then lit up when she spotted Williams. She skipped over, grinning. "Ten grand, and I'll fix you up right now!"
She pointed at Williams' hand.
At this point, his hand had already turned a nasty shade of purple, an ice shard still lodged in his palm.
"Hundred," Williams shot back, holding up a single finger.
"Just Ten grand."
Williams hesitated, then held up five fingers.
Evelyn's eyes sparkled—she was just about to agree.
"Five hundred." Williams' voice was completely indifferent.
Evelyn had already reached for his hand, but the moment she heard that number, she froze.
"…How much?" She stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Fifty."
"You—you—"
"Ten."