He woke up, a bit disoriented by the odd surroundings before realizing where he was.<br/><br/>He had glared at the medics, but held his tongue. They would eventually relax around her, that was a given. He did remind them that they needed to take notes and whatever readings they could on his power strain/drain, or whatever the official term for what he had done was, since he also knew that most of the supers that had gotten the condition previously had also died, usually horribly, as their more esoteric and dangerous powers suddenly surged without control.<br/><br/>Once back at the lab, he made the interesting discovery that his outfitting ability was more hampered than he thought, as the machining of the metal weakened it, causing the first attempt at creating something to fail horribly. Thankfully, it was just repairing some plating on the previous version of the Altus mech, but when the metal plating snapped as he was welding it, annoyed was the best descriptor of him. He could still work, it was just going to take exponentially longer now.