"I might do a little ripping, if there's something you can't handle." Brighella doesn't flinch at the explosions and flying glass, though a few shards do nick him - the scratches barely even show before they vanish again. "But I do love watching you work."

He rolls his eyes, flicking the horn he's been idly scratching as they walk. "Don't get cocky, Mezzo. I can imagine plenty of interesting things, I just don't imagine they're here." He shakes his head. "There's clearly been no one here before - at least not for a long time. We may even be the first people walking this hall... this isn't a place made for people. I don't know what it was made for, though."