[When it came to being given powers, Reaper knew more than his fair share about that. He had undergone genetic manipulation on multiple occasions, the first time thanks to his own government and all the others by Moira's own hand. He understood that there was so much they didn't know about genetic tampering and its affect on generating weird and frightening powers.

He shifted his weight, resting the beam where it wouldn't just fall on their heads until it was fully secured. He kept one hand on it at all times as a 'just in case'.] Moira has a habit of giving powers, but often they take time to develop and can be overwhelming as they manifest them. However, the influences with blood magic don't always play nice with genetic tampering.

[Reaper snorted softly when Lance threatened him, taking it is stride. The idea of being blown up again didn't actually bother him, and he already had contingency plans in place should he and Lance ever throw down. For one, he probably wouldn't keep a distance and he'd be working on head-shots only to put the kid down quickly. He doubted it would come to that point.]

There's no need for threats. I've experienced what you're capable of. [He hadn't come here pushing to help Lance with repairs because he wanted a fight.] You can save the yelling and hitting me for when you can actually heal again.

[He chuckled softly.] I think my very presence is torturous enough. [Then he gestured with a hand.] I can bandage you.