[ he reflexively shields his face with his arm in preparation for flying shards, but then double-takes and grabs on to the armor as Warsman ascends up the building like some kind of spiderman, whatever that is. but by the time they reach the top, he lets go with a blank well that sure happened kind of look, writing pad still clutched in a white-knuckled hand. ]
F... fine. I'm fine now.
[ a pause, as he regains his bearings, rubbing a temple and breathing deeply... oh, right. and one more thing. ]
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F... fine. I'm fine now.
[ a pause, as he regains his bearings, rubbing a temple and breathing deeply... oh, right. and one more thing. ]
... Thanks for that.