Ryū Teinó grimaced as he awoke, his head aching as he blinked several times, disoriented. Fortunately, the feeling passed swiftly, thanks to his 'partner'. He cocked an eyebrow slightly.<b>"I'm a Runner. Essentially.... an extreme version of a bike messenger, you could say,"</b>he deadpanned. He preferred to keep his life as private as possible. He knew Faith was recovering from the same incident that left him with gunshot wounds, though he knew she'd been caught by the so-called 'private police' that the Zhūhóng Shìjiè Gōngsī Corporation employed. As far as he knew, however, she didn't have any... superhuman gifts.<b>"And what do you mean by 'interesting lineage'?"</b>he said dryly, cocking an eyebrow. He could tell how long had passed, thanks to his 'partner', though he preferred not to mention its nature nor its presence if he could avoid it. He suspected, however, that whatever liquid that the Corporation had tried to dispose of had either awakened a part of himself that had been effectively sleeping or it had added onto his nature.<br/><br/>He had discovered after the incident, especially after the incident that got rid of one of the bullets, that his 'partner' allowed him to cover his hands and fingers in gloves of shadowy liquid that hardened and were tipped with short, curving claws that were razor sharp.... like slicing through chain link fence and grabbing barbed wire unharmed kinda sharp.