The black-haired man snickered, pieces of his face sliding apart to form somewhat of a smile, hearing of this potential 'glowing hole' in his torso. "[color=fdc68a]I'm sure I would've been able to survive it.[/color]"

	His 'smile' dissipated as he climbed back up his chair and moved beside Ember. "[color=fdc68a]No, I was looking to ingest your discharge, actually. My mana's running low and I need it to move around. It's a net negative for me to even swing my arm, we don't regenerate it with our stomachs like you do. Plus there's...[/color]"

	"[color=fdc68a]Not really much connection left back home. As far as being cryogenized goes, it's just me here right now.[/color]"

	The backrest of his wheelchair descended slightly, setting him slouched. "[color=fdc68a]I suppose it's a bit heinous to try to extract from an already nauseated woman. I apologize.[/color]"

	An awkward delay.

	"[color=fdc68a]Is Ember your actual name?[/color]"