He raises an eyebrow at the way Hanna phrases it, because - well, yes, he was, but that was a very different 'what the fuck' than this is. But still, if Hanna's willing to play ball now, who's he to deny him?

"What little I can tell suggests you've had your organs harvested," he comments bluntly, but his tone isn't unkind. "Given our respective worlds, I'd imagine your heart was the primary goal, but it felt like they've emptied out most of your torso. You aren't dead in any capacity - you punching me proves it, though not in any way you might be thinking - but I'd imagine that magic is the primary thing keeping you going, since something like that is typically not survivable under your own power."