[Ronan rolls his eyes, as though her rough pragmatism is a serious irritant.]

[Really, he's irritated because she asked a direct question. That's one of the problems of being Ronan Lynch; as far as he's concerned, he never lies. Sure, he may obscure, omit and mislead, but he doesn't outright lie.]

Yeah, kind of. She's mine. [Never said he had to be clear, though, just honest. Chainsaw croaks in agreement.] Is this twenty questions, now? Do your powers got to do with fighting, or is it something dumb like invisibility?