[ He keeps pace, splitting his attention between the greenery and Markus so as not to be overly keen. Markus' answer is a faint echo of the same experience described to him by her. Feeling things differently. More. He tries to ignore the way "fragile" reminds him of Ophelia — and her immediate fear of mortality. The experience of a more breakable body stands out, even among the tidal wave of other sensations. It doesn't have to be more meaningful than that. Just a crisp self-assessment.

Volleying back the question earns a slight smile, quirking at the corners of his mouth. It may not seem like much, but it's pretty bright, for Fitz. Both hands go up, too, splayed in joking surrender. ]

Reckon "extreme" is our watchword.

[ Our, all of the survivors thrust into this universe, not just the androids and gods made human. ]

I'm okay. [ A simple, honest answer. ] Reunited with friends, found a flat, might have a job. In the tech sector, naturally. [ He tips his head to one side, thoughtful. ] Even the ol' human body's holding up. [ almost teasing, that. ]