[He's had more than a few moments where he's hesitated to enter long hallways since he became familiar with the work of his mother and brother. Transferring him from cell to cell in the prison had practically taken an act of God; he can plant his feet a little more heavily than when he was young.

Though he's gotten comfortable with having some kind of hand in a fight with his unusual family. He has enough mental acuity to fight off at least some of what the more powerful psychics are capable of. Otherwise he wouldn't be so willing to submit to his brother's ministrations. He's certain that if push came to shove he could handle a fight.

He doubts that's what Paxton Fettel is after, though. He'd had ample opportunity for that already.

Point Man offers a slight, thin smile - as much as he ever smiles, really.]

Let's make sure it stays words.

[A gentle warning. He lets it drop after, holding still beyond shifting his gaze to Paxton's hands for a moment. He's not entirely sure what he should expect from this - neverminding that he resists a while on instinct - but what he gets is certainly not what he had expected. Not that, even with his sibling's words, he had really figured on tortured children.]