"Thank you," he smiles but shook his head at the offer as he gave his own sword a test swing - still marveling at how well Jailbreak made the alloy it even a year after. "I'm afraid I am a bit old-fashioned all this time,"

He still had his plate mail, the only visible concession to modernity is the riot helmet under his arm and the radio on his belt. Because old-fashioned as he is, he likes actually being able to see. "How are you feeling?"