He keeps that soft smile on his lips as she comes to sit down with him. The wrapping of the material around her hand and arm is repetitive and smooth, an easy thing to sink down into from what feels like a whole lifetime ago of patching wounds for each other on a team that was meant for great things. In some ways, he misses it. Not dad, or any of the hellish things he put them through, but the camaraderie they'd once had.

"So, what kind of powers do you have?" he asks as he wraps. "And what did this place do to you for using them?" He's just curious. She can choose not to share if she doesn't feel like it, but they've come this far, he doesn't see the harm in asking, at least.