[He considers it carefully. The idea of there being off-world bases matched the impeccable degree of technology along with whatever strange, illogical consciousness-transfer she had experienced. The idea of being nigh-invulnerable isn't so much a fighting style, though. He leans over and raps against her arm with a knuckle, making a small click with his tongue.]

I don't think I could make much of a dent in you, honestly. I'm not that type of hero. [He doesn't blame her for assuming, though. Heroes from comics generally didn't have the limitations that real once had to work through. Everyone wanted to be a kind of hero like All Might: super strong, super fast, a real textbook example. He just did what he could.]

If it comes to fighting, we'll rely on you for defense. There are plenty of noncombatants here that will need protection. [That also held the advantage of her not needing to necessarily have good combat reflexes.]