"Bruce Lee, exactly. I had this old Kung Fu teacher, he gave me a lot of good advice. One of the best was- when estimating a woman's weight, always round down."
She's tougher than a coffin nail.
"Well if you were meeting with Fury, you're probably getting out of here soon enough. Although lets be honest, the only thing keeping you here is your own discipline. Which is impressive."
He reached out his hands palms up. "Well, might as well bite the bullet. Its a bit dorky, but I need you to give me your hands. I'm gonna 'asses your abilities using any and all extra-normal means available to me.' Aka, I'm gonna see if you're possessed by an alien demon." He smiled like a proud eight year old. "I can do that..." he frowned. "I think..."
He looked back at her. "I'd promise not to hurt you, but I get the feeling I couldn't hurt you if I tried." he said. "There's nothing more terrifiying to a man than a woman soldier. Especially when they manage to look good while doing it..." he mumbled to himself, as his palm started to glow dully.