"How come I'm always the one getting shot?" Amos grumbles around the glove he's biting down.

It hurts like hell, like always, as Naomi extracts the slug from his arm and he knows from plenty of experience with both that the med magnet feels more like a knife than any surgical instrument.

"Well," Naomi says, "If you didn't stop the bullet, it would keep going until hit something that might cause real damage."