"I think I ain't gotten this easily off in a good while..." Cliffjumper paused and squinted. "Well, out of these places, I mean. Got worse back home." At least insofar as physical damage went, and Cliffjumper isn't even sure if 'home' means his original reality or the negative polarity one anymore.

Eyeing the slab, Cliffjumper ended up leaned against it in an available space, arms crossed over the metal.

"You look like it. What was he even doin', in the end?"