[ Midnighter notices the very quick assessment of being handed an unknowable drink. Young as he is, it's clear training has been so thoroughly drilled into him it's a natural reaction. It's impressive; Midnighter's calculations are built in, something he cannot shut off, like computer software automatically crossing off a checklist a million bullet points long in under a millisecond. It happens without conscious thought. ]
He's got a point. I have a few back home that tolerate me. [ For some reason. Midnighter isn't sure what they get out of it. Maybe the constant amusement of watching an alien try to act human. ] They're good for when you need a little humbling.
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He's got a point. I have a few back home that tolerate me. [ For some reason. Midnighter isn't sure what they get out of it. Maybe the constant amusement of watching an alien try to act human. ] They're good for when you need a little humbling.