"Nothing. I don't have anything like magic. My strength and speed haven't changed, I still heal more quickly than most. I don't have much of a baseline to compare the length of time healing should take to compare. I still have to eat twice as much as anyone else." They hold the lantern high again, shedding as much light on the junk in the scrapyard as possible.

The temptation is to actually go in among it, wade around, see if Crowley is there digging for something himself. But they've already gone far enough of course. There's a patrol to finish. So they keep walking.

"The programming has faded a little," they admit, "but I think that's time more than Beacon itself."