"Joker." The Amazon wasn't sure why he would be sorry. She took a lean against the nearest counter. There was also a kitchenette meant for a quick snack and tea; she was definitely a tea drinker, with a few coffees throw in at times. She looked over him, wondering about his reaction.
"Don't be. I knew that the man is crazy. I knew I could die. Heroes don't expect to live long." She looked over him again, then laughed softly. "Or they shouldn't. I have more than that, more than this thing." She tapped her side. She turned to explain by show, pulling up her blouse again.
There was a pale ugly scar going up along her spine. She'd been in worse. There were probably a few places here and there from blasts and other cuts. She was smooth elsewhere, but there was so very much that suggested she was used to pain and then some.
"I knew what I was getting into." More or less. "So, you're back?"