Shit on a stick, that was a rattle of his skeleton - though being extra durable helped, and yet it still wasn't enough to prevent Tommy from getting a nice goose egg on his head. He was the the floor, long limbs akimbo, and he sprang back up when he heard the mix of voices indicating everyone was fine except -
"Yeah, I'm good. Where's Rosalind?" he asked, swaying a little, still dizzy from being thrown like a ragdoll. But then he noticed the special delivery too, and icy blue eyes widened in a genuine but of alarm because that? That wasn't on the agenda.
Whatever it was, he at least had a plan for dealing with it.
"You want me to vaporize that thing?" Because fuck, what even was it?