[ He listens to her explanation without any strong reactions ─ at least until she gets to the part about being injected with some experimental drug, that is. Ragna turns to look at her, his expression betraying a hint of concern he wouldn't even admit to himself he's feeling. She makes it sound like a pretty sweet deal overall, but he knows better than anyone that with great power comes a whole lot of bullshit, and in his experience the change of one's eye color is the least problematic thing that can happen as a result of something like that. ]

So you're a superhuman on top of everything else, huh? Impressive.

[ He says, but his tone remains flat, like he thinks it's too good to be true. He goes silent for a brief moment, trying to convince himself it's not something he should even care about in the first place and failing miserably, so he follows it with a question. ]

... You sure you're okay with it? I mean, it sure as hell beats being dead, but...

[ Having something that doubles as a fuel and turns people who "can't handle it" into monsters can't possibly be good for health. ]