Uh. [ She gives a vague laugh, giving a tight shrug of her shoulders. ] Just a dude I know. Runs around with a metal arm busting people up. Kind of his signature. A broody type, but you don't seem like one of those.

[ There's more to it, but eh, the basics will do.

Her eyes widen at the prospect of a fire, trying to fight a slight smile of amusement. Poor guy. No really. ]

Well, gee, talk about a crappy microwave. Can't even handle a little metal man power. [ She walks over to it, giving it an exaggerated mean expression as she bumps the top of it lightly with her fist. ] What about you? No damage?