[Pins and prickles all up the face and the arms, but he wouldn't confess to that. Instead he sighed and sat up, untangling himself from his cloak.]

I'm- I'm good! Just tryin' some new... somethin'... stuff...

[The fingers moved as if they were his own rather than large gauntlets. The clunk denoted weight, yet he moved as if the suit was light as a feather. As he rose to his feet, he reached up and brushed the scuff out of the helm.]

Anyway, so that's how I've been crushin' the shadows on my end. But, uh, I wonder if I got buttons or somethin' somewhere. I can make it go but I can't make it stop unless I tire myself out... I feel like there's gotta be somethin' I can do to turn it on n' off at will, yeah?