He's gotten used to the people showing up at this point, and so Nida barely even looks up from the wooden knife he's working on. But that particular voice brings his attention up. Instead of the normal greeting, his looks up and Jason and his expression is soft and concerned by a half a moment. Then it's serious.

"Hardly. I'm working too hard to keep this place open to make it private. There's practice weapons by and in the closet if you want it. Punching bag in the other room, mats to work out on. I'd offer to be your punching bag but..."

He raises his wrist and shows off the white band on his device. "Sorta lacking my old power."