Catching Hawkeye's gaze, even if she perhaps hadn't meant for him to, Roy returned her silent inquiry with a nod. She should have known by now that she didn't need permission, but at the same time he was glad that she felt the need to request it, however discreetly. It had been so long since he'd truly felt like he had any military title.

Speaking of which, it was still odd to hear Hughes called by a title higher than his own. It didn't make it much easier when he knew why he'd been afforded that title in the first place.

Yet another person thinking his alchemy was magic? Hopefully the man could do some 'magic' himself - then he wouldn't even have to worry about getting armed. "As he says, it's alchemy. It's based on chemical reactions - taking materials and using an array to reform it into something else. What I did just now was form metal scalpels into two short daggers."

Figuring he would take a chance, he tried to stand without the support of the wall. When he almost lost his balance, he was forced to grab Hughes' shoulder for support. He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "The catch is that in this place, everyone's powers are weakened. If you can do any magic, keep in mind that it won't be as strong as you're used to and it's going to tire you out, even if it never did before."