Not that you'll ever believe it but, yes. I'm actually damn good at my job and, I do believe, managed to hold my own against a decent attack without resorting to super strength or electrical charges. Nothing more than some handguns, a rifle, years of tactical training and being a good shot.
I don't accept it because, as is par for the course, your apology is delivered with an air that I should be thankful for your time, for being graced with both your existence and your condescension at my being a lowly, substandard human. When you come down off that ridiculous ivory tower, lose some of the arrogance that you mistake for charisma, and stop trying to push that you are so much better than the rest of us - maybe then I'll believe you.
I don't know what sort of world you came from, but I am not someone who is charmed by embellishments and slyness. The more you try to manipulate me, the less I want anything to do with you. I am interested in substance, in kindness, compassion, and someone who gives an actual shit for people other than themselves, who is confident enough not to be a braggart and subsist on constant displays of believed superiority. Should you need evidence of that, seek out a man named Richard Castle. He's new to Knowhere, but an excellent storyteller who would be happy to prove that my words are true.