Hiro raised both eyebrows and backed up quickly, holding both hands up placatingly. "Fine, fine, suit yourself." He walked backwards until he was out of the danger-zone, then settled back down in his chair precisely, sipping the--lukewarm--water.

"You realise there's no condensation on the pitcher, don't you? There's a button right there to lift your bed. And if you don't trust your own Intel agents, then I think you have a much bigger problem than a few broken bones."

A few shattered bones. Well, only one, really. And rippled burns overlaying burns, two crushed teeth, and more protective instinct than a cornered mother bear. But who was counting?

"Do you really need to see my tattoo? I'm not going to hurt your friend."