"I think that's what we've all done, isn't it? Either you're successful or you're dead." It's a rather easy assessment for him to make, given that he's one of the non-powered members of their team.

"No." He shot back dryly. Looking down at that drop, yes, yes he does want to take a cab. But he doesn't want to be shown up by the blind guy, so he steps back for a running start and jumps. Adrenaline spikes and he only breathes again when his feet hit the solid surface. Can you hear his heartbeat, Matt? It should be just about racing now. The adrenaline left him with a light-headed sort of euphoric feeling with the triumph of not falling to his death.

"You do this often?"