He quirked an eyebrow at the vast knowledge being laid out by this one-time teammate. Though he had to laugh at the question about his exes.

"There's not enough of them for my ex-girlfriends to be responsible." He was so glad his vocal-modulator stripped away his distinct accent. Also, he was glad he did not sound like a French skunk this time. He raised his right arm.

"Cover your eyes." He fired a flare sabot out of his bracer and into one of the harpies. It streaked toward its target and flared brightly right before it made contact with plumage. It smelled like burnt feathers between those buildings.