[This clearly bruises his ego a bit; he starts to object, but cuts himself off before he can really get going. Because when it comes right down to it: she's right. Maybe when he was alive he could have swung something like that, but here, the way he is now, he knows it would be stupid to try. He'd be putting people in danger more than he'd be helping anyone.

He rubs at his chest, over the scars the wraiths left behind, with some obvious restless frustration.]

If I was still powered up I could do it no problem. It's bullshit that I get enough of a body back to bleed everywhere, but not enough for my aura to kick back in.