He suppresses a sarcastic quip about fantasy games. Armasail can probably stand up to a sword, but then again she seems to have magic, which throws all the rules out the window. Better to be dead serious for now.


"...My sensors say there's nothing poisonous in the air. Alright. It'll take a minute to get a glove off." He works at the glove, and presents his hand when it's off.