'Spirit stuff' causes Maine to make a face. He's accepted magic is real (he's not quite that stubborn), but magic is one thing. Spirits are another. As a person who is not religious in the least, he's going to have a hard time swallowing that particular pill.

He snorts in amusement at the idea of bashing through a wall then repairing it. It sounds fun to him. Breaking through walls in his power armor is fun as it is. He likes pretty much anything that lets him unleash his strength like that.

He thinks of one ability he read: Ice Armor. Could it let him do the same thing sans suit…?

"Macaque," Maine repeats. "Met him." His tone doesn't reveal much of what he thinks, though he soon follows with, "Did look odd."