[Otto snorts. Not in disbelief, just - yeah, of course you did.]

The worst I ever dealt with before here was a wizard and a man who could shoot lightning from his hands. And that wasn't even my universe.

[Now that he's not actively dealing with murderous machines, he takes a moment to look the kid over properly. He's assuming age mostly from his height - the armor obfuscates his voice well enough that it isn't a sure thing. It also makes it impossible to really tell if he's okay after this apparent alien invasion. He seems fine, but Otto's learned that teen superheroes will always act like that.

The armor really is a fine piece of work, though. It...looks rather like it's being powered by something similar to the little reactor he took off Max, actually. Otto's brow furrows, but...first things first.]

Are you alright?