He'd celebrate if he knew how big a deal that was. As it is, he had no clue, just tiredly watching. The glowing lines were definitely interesting, he knew enough about science to know what they seemed to be mapping... but assumed at the moment that the man was just a mutant or something. It was common enough back home, and with so much of his conscious thought going to keeping a lid on just how much he wanted to break down right now, he was fine with leaving the idea at that. Maybe later he'd pursue that curiosity.

The gash certainly didn't look too great. At least the bullet had only sliced rather than punching in and getting stuck, but between the fighting and getting tossed around, it was still bleeding, and looked deeper and a bit wider than the last time Miles had looked at it.

"Just not my day, clearly."