Well hey, compared to discovering that your sub-contractor was the lowest bidder for a reason on the parachute contract, I can safely say that sucked less. I mean, slamming into the ground at 200 miles an hour is a heck of a way to learn that you have superpowers, yeah?

[He's serious about that one by the way, though officially, nothing of the sort ever happened. Ahhh, cover-ups of the embarrassing failures of your space program. Fortunately, nobody died, but still, Jeb doesn't like getting into phone booths anymore-which can be a problem in this town.]

Anyways, you did good out there. The reflection thing especially-that's going to be all kinds of useful, I can tell. Get some parabolic reflecting shield, and bounce shots anywhere you want them.