Vance was only slightly better with Interlac, honestly. Or, rather, with letting the translator override what he thought he was seeing.

"You're still pretty unpredictable. At least, to villains like Arcade. He prefers known quantities that don't know how to bend the laws of physics to their whims." Omega-level mutant or not (and Vance tended to lean on the side of not -- powerful, sure, but not that powerful, was he?). "Though I'll admit that he was an idiot to pick on Nita. She's still annoyed that coming here clipped her wings."

He finally pushed himself to sitting, wincing a bit as he did but it was easier to wash his face while sitting up. "It's not like there's an open wound, Robbie. Or if there are, they're pretty high up my nose and I'm not sticking this there, thanks." But he did give his friend a small smile of thanks as he opened the packet up to start wiping the dried blood from his face.