"The hair is getting cut," he said somewhat finally before turning to Bruce. He looked better, and the sun was still soaking into him, handling the parts that hadn't been immediately visible. A bone that'd healed oddly, a bit of damage to an eardrum...

He rolled his shoulders, flexed his back and arms in the light, then finally let himself relax onto flat feet.

"I'm assuming the bathroom nearby has a few mirrors I can use?"