“Immune? To blows to my noggin? Nope, those still hurt,” Sparky complained as he slowly got to his feet. He managed to stand for a moment before he was fighting frantically to keep the rollerblades from flying out from under him. It was only the lucky grab of a table that kept him upright. “Oh, you meant the virus didn’t you. Yep, I seem to be of the non-dying variety of meta so handshakes and hugs are not a problem.” As if to prove it Sparky held up his arms as if to hug Chase but of course this left his already unsteady condition with no more support and he promptly managed to do the splits. “On second thought, dying sounds like a good thing,” he managed to squeak out in a pained voice as tears filled his eyes.