Noah leaned against the wall outside the dormitory, watching the repair crew at work. Their abilities made quick progress – one guy literally rewinding damaged sections back to their original state, while another seemed to reshape concrete like clay. The evening's chaos felt distant now, almost surreal.
"Your cuts are gone," Kelvin observed lazily, not looking up from his tablet. "Quick trip to the med bay and back while I was gone?"
Noah touched his face reflexively. The scratches from his window exit had indeed healed, along with most of his other injuries. His ribs still ached, but even that was fading faster than it should.
"Yeah," he lied, trying to sound casual. "Easy fix for them," He couldn't exactly explain his B-ranked self-regeneration ability – that would lead to questions he wasn't ready to answer. "How bad was the damage, anyway?"
