She laughed at the question, easy and obvious as it was. How had she been, besides dust. Not that she really remembered any of that. She mostly just remembered it had been bad.

"Not great" she told him honestly. And she didn't look it either, not really, she'd gotten oddly hyperactive yesterday, laughing, joking, all on top of the urges.

"And you, look at you. You look good Mitchell. And you've signed up to be a hero. Well if any of us was going to it was always bound to be you, right?