Hmm.

[He actually says that out loud. Hmm, a thoughtful little hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing to that notable hesitation. He won't press Newt on it, not least of which because what would he even press? But that's a different answer than most might give, and that's always interesting.

But hey, casual is the way to go, it seems, for Kim's own tone matches Newt's. Mostly. There's a bit more tension in there than he wants there to be.]

My upper back, tearing through my chest. One of the— a mercenary I was fighting came behind me while I was tending to my partner. She shot me point-blank in the back. The bullet missed my lungs, thankfully, but . . .

[Unseen, he shrugs.]

I assumed I was going to die, and then I woke up here.

[It's matter-of-fact, not a bid for sympathy. Sometimes people get shot and then they die, that's just how it works. Not, like, ideal, but so it goes.]

My point is: not only did they repair fragile tissue, but internal damage as well. There is a scar, and some post-operational pain, but nothing compared to what it should be.

Whoever we are dealing with, they are far beyond any scientific advancements I'm familiar with.