Jo had picked the wrong person if she wanted a clear read on what was going on with him. Adam was anxious, and weary, and angry, and determined, and desperate all at the same time, with other things caught in the tumult, and he really didn't know how to tease apart his own motivation for doing this any more than a stranger could.

But he was conscious and not seeing dead mothers. That was something.

He glanced down at his feet, then up again. "Probably." Agreeing that Big Brother--whoever that was supposed to be--was likely keeping an eye on things was a safe way to start. He shrugged again, a little more stilted. "I... guess. Have you done this before? Teach, I mean, not... you know."

Punch things. Shoot things. Be Buffy the Vampire the Slayer.