[Fortunately for them both -- or for Shiro, in any case -- patience is something that gets stronger. Sturdier. You build it up like a muscle, dealing with situations like he has. Granted, the team was mostly well-meaning irritants, but.]

[No, it's not important, and it's shouldered and shoved away behind a hastily erected wall of space. Images of stars swirling. The shielding Sam had taught him.]

Welcome to the weirdest team you'll ever find. Probably. [A short nod, and he steps back, flexing metal fingers.]

It should be easier if we cut it down a few sizes. [As purple light kindles to life across synthetic fingertips.] Might want to duck. In case something gets molten and snaps.