Karla looked at him a little dubiously. "I might hurt you," she objected. "I don't know my own--" Oh. Right. Healing factor. His body still had wings, even with the addition (and presumed subtraction) of other bits, so hopefully the healing factor had carried over, too.

And if the pinching worked, Karla was going to demand he pinch her back, twice as hard.

So, with an apologetic shrug, Karla reached out and pinched his arm. And twisted.

Somewhere in Glacia, Morton was wincing in sympathy. He'd been on the receiving end of those more than once.