A little shrug was seen as Bryan listened to the other man speak up, and after a small cloud of smoke was exhaled he finally spoke again; with the casualness of a person mentioning the weather or something else mundane. "No harm, no foul. I've been shot dozens of times, stabbed, beaten, and set on fire twice...so getting shot in the head with simulated rounds doesn't really even make the list." In truth Murphy had toyed with the notion of absorbing another power, maybe something along the lines of invulnerability or incorporealness, but so far the regeneration had served him well. When the question was posed the man just nodded again, before gesturing down the hall. "They sell alcohol in that little shop here."