Oh that's bad, oh that's bad and not good- it's a good thing Brutus' reflexes have stayed sharp and he has his cane in-hand, because landing on his bad leg would've really ruined his day. He rubs at his bicep where she slapped it, doing a bit of a swivel to check out the new locale he finds himself in suddenly. Not a fan, he's gotta say.

"Neat trick," he says though, not about to betray the fact that he's rattled, "and I thought being able to fit my fist inside my mouth was showing off."

Brutus eases himself into the aforementioned chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"So what is it- that some sort of nanotech?"