[It's a question. Not even one that tries very hard to pretend to be serious, but Scott seems to take it as encouragement instead of antagonism anyway. The light overhead flickers to life, revealing a cramped but clean infirmary space. Jason stops to strip his gloves off, cocking a brow back at Scott's sudden starry-eyed protagonist grin—and his (accurate) assumption that Jason doesn't share this space with a partner of some sort.]

About what?

[Purposefully opaque, because being difficult is as much reflex as it is deliberation. Just what kind of outfit do you think he's running here, Sparky? Want him to throw some more wrenches at you after all?]

It'd be pretty irresponsible of me to keep you around when you're so bad at dodging and weaving already. A few more hits like that and you won't be able to show your pretty face outside the tunnels for a while.

[Or did you not mean the target practice?]