He shifted, hand sliding down the ridges of Newton's face and mapping its bone structure.

"I'm.. I'm trying, Newton. I don't know what else to do other than increase exposure in controlled environments. Today was about making contact, and we've managed that, so it's been a success so far."

He wouldn't say Newton was nightmare fuel, but it was still an uneasy thing to be this close with a kaiju's maw pressed into his sternum.

{ But I do like the idea of you being a sort of defensive bulwark. I feel like your superhero title should be preceded by an all-important signifier. The Bastion. Sounds rather ominous, doesn't it? }