He's nodding excitedly, glad for her reaction to the accelerated healing. Each morning it's healed more, and he can't stop nerding out about it.

"Right? This is the third morning since. The morning after I got shot I was in a sling, but-- it didn't feel like I needed it. Yesterday I had full use back even though it was still tender. Today? It feels like nothing even happened."

His play-by-play is a relatively quick recap, but he's not in any rush to go anywhere. It's not like he's all that eager to go to work and turn a screw exactly 3 times clockwise 400 times.