[ He’ll do his best to fuss, finagle and fix to a whatever straight scraps of metal he can find in the damaged head. But it’s hard to determine the damage through the suit, although it feels broken. Somehow. He knows it in his gut. Haveto. Jellies. Insert a stupid movie way of saying hunch.

Wow, he really is getting dizzy. ]

Considering that I suggested birdie as an upgrade, because I know you aren’t going to call me Robin… there’s a greater than zero chance. Did you call for help?