[Accelerator doesn't particularly care and he isn't in the mood to snap at them regarding smarmy comments about his lack of muscle, so off goes his shirt. There are two diagonal slashes across his torso, they look fairly deep and bloody, though with his choker on his blood as resumed circulating as normal. It could be worse?

He puts his hand in one face for a moment, like he's got a headache.]

Yeah. I know how to control the fucking vectors involved in blood flow. I'm shutting my pain receptors off, too. Makes it easier to think.

[It isn't necessary to get into how he knows how to do all of that.

He reaches for part of the wet towel, casually rubbing at one of the wounds to get the excess blood out of the way.]

I was in Academy City for a couple of weeks. How long has it been?