"Entirely fair. I didn't expect much of it, anyways. Just thought I'd ask." Torin responded, smiling back at her. He liked her already - in a platonic and friendly fashion, sure, but regardless. She was delightfully caustic with her humour, and he could appreciate a bit of sarcastic vitriol.<br/><br/>"Given that I've survived bullets, lasbolts, knives, plasma, fire, daemons, and having my legs messily removed by a grenade, I think I'm pretty-much unkillable at this point. Of course, that won't stop these little bastards from turning my lungs into sponges, and I'm skeptical as to whether the boss would be willing to pay for any extra augmetics, especially if they're to cover what technically counts as self-harm." He added casually, raising an eyebrow at her as he took another drag, the lho-stick almost exhausted at this point.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>