"You know what does a body better? Being prepared for a sneak attack from a survivor of the Weapon X school for wayward Mutants."

Seriously Mike, who doesn't fear much, has the fear of X-23 strongly instilled in him.

He moves out of her way by jumping back to sit on one of the counter tops.
The rest of his beverage is dealt with, and his face mopped up with the hem of his shirt.

"Those wouldn't happen to be cinnamon rolls, would they?"

A guy can hope.