"I've been better," Nick replies, his pen stopping on the page, eyes flicking to her a moment as he sees how she holds herself. It's a definite improvement over the day before, but he's still grateful she can heal so quickly. Normal people don't have that option -- neither do old prototypes like himself.

He signs off on a report with a sigh, knowing what information she's looking for: the results of his scans. "Don't think I'll be patrolling again anytime soon. Got a bent shaft in my leg. So much for that fix."

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. It's better taken in small doses, even though she can probably tell some of his other problems just from looking at him. The missing arm is the most obvious ones, but some dislodged parts have a trickle-down effect, cutting one system off, then another because of that one. It all adds up to make a hell of a lot of repair work to be done.