She glances at him, eyes sweeping over his broad form. "Considering the age you're almost pushing, you're in pretty damn good shape still." It's true, he's almost fifty and she wouldn't have guessed it with how he's built, broad and sturdy, solid muscle mass.

"Landed on my hip after the explosions went off and threw me." Nodding forward, Tess then adds, "Should we circle the rink?"