Jason absolutely can do with more confidence. He fakes it well enough, but deep down, behind the walls he so infrequently allows people to pass through, he's a knotted tangle of insecurities and doubts about his own abilities and self-worth.

"Well, you know what they say," he says, shrugging affably. "'Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.'"

But a more productive workout isn't a half bad idea. Jason mentally weighs the pros and cons for a moment - he doesn't like the idea of artificially boosting his abilities, but the Observers have already seen to that, with his newly-discovered danger-sense. Choice decided, he extends his hand out toward Nida.

"OK. You talked me into it - hit me."