"Aaaurgh!" Rampage howls eloquently, sitting bolt upright. Clearly the gaping wound in his chest, though rapidly closing up, still hurts like the dickens.

The sickly spark light dims slightly as its casing reforms and he clutches at it with his remaining hand. His other arm is currently a mess of half-grown bare spars and wires.

Wheezing and shuddering for a long moment, Rampage finally seems to get over the worst of the pain as his chest is mostly reformed and he heaves a long sigh instead.

"Well," he says back to Sixshot. "That answers that question."