The good news is, it's nothing I don't already know, except for the first part, which gives me pause; in retrospect, I suppose it makes a certain amount of sense. Between the dislocated shoulder and the broken leg last year, my right side's taken a hell of a beating lately, and I don't heal as well as I used to. With a nod, I take note of the information, though I'm admittedly not sure what to do with it yet. That much, hopefully, will come in time.

Eying him warily as he gets into position, I nod again, and do the same. If nothing else, I'm more acquainted with being on this side of things, especially since I've gone and lost my powers. That doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it. Even so, I can't help but reclaim some of my earlier attitude, mimicking the pose he used to start us off when I gesture for him to get over here, pointedly using my right hand.

"Well, whatcha waiting for?"