"Ronnie, do you want something for the pain?" Quackshot called after her, feigning to fiddle with his mask to switch it to 'night vision.' His eyes were far superior to the average human eyes and could adjust to the darkness. "I have a lozenge that tastes like strawberries for pain." He followed after and quickened his pace to catch up with Jhona. 

"I'm Dr. Quackshot," he said, holding out a hand tentatively to Jhona. "Alfred made it seem like you're his little duckling, but I believe you are more mature than he lets on. Perhaps you are growing into quite the mallard. But who am I to say?"

With his free hand, Quackshot took another drink from his flask through his curly straw.