Was he all right? He hadn't been all right for a long time. he didn't even know anymore what 'all right' felt like. But. He wasn't going to lay all that on Tip. Ozma. Whatever the name was now. He wasn't even sure what to call...her.
He sighed. "I'm fine," he said softly, unconvincing. He was, more or less. he was in one piece. He even had better prosthetics than he'd had before. There wasn't much to be done for his mechanical heart, though. He was kind of stuck with that.
"You look good, Tip." Another sigh, combined with a shake of his head. "Ozma. I mean, what do you want me to call you now?"