[ Blake hauls Jayce up easily, taking his weight with one hand. She's thrown van-sized Grimm over her head; helping a guy up is no big problem. As she does, she watches the way his brace moves, thoughtful. Unfortunately, she's no expert on prosthetics and braces. She wishes she could help, but.

His question makes her grin, sheepish. ]

I haven't tried flying yet, actually. I've been prioritizing relearning my center of balance so that I'm not a liability in a fight.

[ Also, she gets motion sickness easily. Which is kind of embarassing. ]

I haven't seen that before. [ Blake nods at his hammer. Not the kind of weapon she might have pictured him with, actually, but then, she's used to giant hammers being wielded by short redheads with the power of lightning, not tall scientists with rainbow scars. ] It looks modular; does it shoot anything? Or is it just a hammer?