Shards of ice blasted into Zach's skin. They ricocheted off the floor and into his body. His regeneration kicked in and he healed. "That stung a bit, but it felt good." He was smug until he looked down. "Aw! Look at what you did to my shirt! Just because I can heal, doesn't mean I can patch my shirt." He giggled a little, then got up. In seconds he was behind her. "Peek-a-boo!" He slammed into her; but not enough to be lethal. "Don't want to kill the one paying for my drinks, do we now?"