"You get used to it... a little sooner than anyone likes." He glances at his skyhook; it's supposed to be a mode of transportation, but he's lost track of how much time he's spent cleaning blood out of the damn thing.

Past that he responds with grunts, losing track of the conversation and half-listening until he hears 'try not to scream'. "Wait what-"

Oookay that hurts a lot more than he expected. He tries not to scream, but it gets ripped out of him. And once the jolt has left his system he leans against the wall, panting. "...Try not to scream, huh?" Well, he's not unused to the feeling. It's just been a long time since he was in Columbia, and it takes things like this to remind him how much shit he's survived.