He leaned closer to you. "My son went through getting ripped open and put back together multiple times, wide awake and felt all of it, he got through that. He crawled out a crashed starship, survived getting thrown into a star, slaughtered entire armies with his bare hands single handedly, and literally punched a planet in half. I know who you are, Eva McCleelan, I know what you do, and when compared to my son it's pretty clear the outcome of a fight. You have strength ten times that of possible man, my son has that of a thousand, and it gets bigger the more pissed off he gets. Your skeleton is coated with a near unbreakable material, his skeleton is the same, except it is literally unbreakable. Your healing factor can heal small wounds, he can reattach his head. You have mastered some forms of martial arts, my son has mastered all of them. And when it comes to gear, it's pretty obvious as well." He sighs. "Good day, mam." He gets up and begins to walk out.