"I mmmmean, there's alwwwways a chance I developed mmmmutant powwwwers right before the drone pulled the trigger on the atommmmic obliterator, but considering the agony I wwwwent through for a few seconds before everything wwwwent black? Pretty safe bet I died, yeah," Tyzias says glibly. She flexes her hand, extends it, concentrates for a few moments, and... nothing happened. "No spontaneous bullshit animmmme psionics, so, yeah. No dice on the powwwwers front."

Tyzias raises an eyebrow at Megatron's description of his job. "Mmmmedicullers don't do frontline chainsawwww wwwwork in your galaxy? Huh. Mmmmore you knowwww, I guess.

"There've been at least thirteen 'Great Wwwwars'--fifteen if you count the rebellions, but those wwwwere censored to the Furthest Ring and knowwwwing about themmmm's liable to get you killed--in Alternia's history, and wwwwe wwwwon all of 'em. But I doubt any of those are wwwwhat you're thinking of." Tyzias' voice is as dry as a desert.