[ Genji smiles at that, a genuine one that reaches his eyes for the first time. ]

I am glad to hear it. You would fit in well in Overwatch.

[ Genji himself heads over to a nearby table and starts to remove his blades from his back, gently placing them down. After, he picks up his helmet he'd discarded and inspects it for any damage... scrapes and a slight crack in his visor, nothing he can't fix.

At Cisco's question he turns to look at him, almost looking confused by the question. But after a second he remembers why Cisco could be concerned. ]

Oh, right, I forget how far back I am. No, there's no need to worry about me. My prosthesis— [ He taps at the green light in the middle of his chest. ] —and my remaining organic parks work in a cyclical fashion, one giving energy to the other. State of the art biotic nanotechnology and all that.

[ A pause. ] As long as I stay hydrated and consume food with whatever my body needs, there is no cause for concern.

[ He goes back to checking his armor, only finding superficial scratch and scorch marks. Genji huffs. ]

So I'm not the first wayward soul you've found, then? I suppose that makes me feel better.

[ Genji runs a hand through his hair, making a face. He's definitely... sweaty feeling. ]

I guess my first imposition will be if you have a shower and a change of clothes for the time being? [ He knocks on the white parts of his armor, on his chest and upper leg. ] I'm not always head to toe in armor, thankfully.