He gave another small snort, showing that he was not entirely thrilled at even the suggestion of a possible problem. Kyle had no idea how unstable his mutation really was, and as the doctor would know, his feral state was something less than naturally occurring. "Well," he rumbled, sounding more like a sulking child than a trained warrior and killer. "I know a lotta folks who're a lot more unstable 'n me." The statement could not have been any further off base, mentally or physically, but once more Gibs was blissfully ignorant of this.
He happily withdrew his arm once the needles were removed and flexed it, grunting as he saw it was healing quickly. Kyle did love his healing factor. "Kay..." he nodded, making a mental note to not take the doctor's head off if he hit him. That would probably get him into trouble.