"Dude, for starters I was like 80 when I was killed. Second, I'm a God damned original run X5. You've seen your battle feilds. I've seen mine. None of the people they're wearing are Familiars so I'm in the clear there. Give me a gun and lets get this show on the road."

His foot slid, scuffing the trap, and he did it on purpose. Both because he could think around corners and would bet Sam could as well. They wern't going that route. Second it was to make sure he could still be corporial here if he put in the effort. "My nose is better than yours."