"You're welcome" he said as he grimaced. The tribal designs warped back from her over her skin, and back to his skin. He held his shoulder where the tattoo was located and fell back onto his rear. Tribal designs spread across his face and arms, healing his bruises and bullet wounds. He looked quite fearsome in this form. "Just glad that the paradox didn't get me" he said as he looked around, or rather tried, and grimaced in pain as the tattoo made him extremely sensitive to pain. "Come to think of it, you saw me do that stuff...why aren't I in quiet?" he asked himself.