Terry was too busy keeping an eye on Nova to answer, but was glad his outfit had had gloves. Now that he had calmed down a bit, he remembered snagging the deforming, super-critical battery out of the air and using it like a grenade. The glove had burned all the way through in the second it had taken to do all that, but he wanted to get back in the RV before he did any checks for damage. The outer synthetics didn't seem damaged, but the joints felt a bit sluggish. Once the guards arrived, he was free to begin dreading things. "I am gonna grab a soda and drop my stuff on with the minions. I got a bit singed, and wanna check my records for something."