[The kid's indignant scowl alone is enough to prove he isn't a drone.]

Good.

[Slugger rises to his feet and steps out of the snow onto the asphalt. He's feeling especially tall on his newly returned skates, but also a bit unsure. He hopes what just happened was just another freaky Mayfield incident that had absolutely nothing to do with his shoes.]

Has... anything happened to you, yet?

[rubbing the back of his head, checking for contusions...]