[Just to make absolutely sure she moves her legs (yep those work just fine) and takes a few steps away from him, suddenly pointing the business end of her right arm, the arm canon, skyward. Nothing flying overhead that could get hurt, good. She charges it up, green lights accenting the entire thing as it hums ominously. She fires out a single beam of energy in a short burst. It goes flying off into the distance in the blink of an eye and winks out of eye shot in a matter of seconds. All is normal.]

There was something wrong earlier... but I seem fine now.

[There's the vaguest tone of envy in her voice.] Maybe this place gives and takes abilities. Do you feel any different?

[Gumshoe was henceforth deemed a pariah by the moon, a man with the healing touch.]