"I realise it. I have been shot before," Lumi said, looking rather levelly at Szayel. "The only aspect of the injury I am not used to is the magical one, the one you said the ether is for. The ether I agreed to take."

Lumi knew how fast he tended to heal and how sturdy his immune system was. He didn't need a foreign -- alien -- scientist telling him what he could and couldn't expect from an injury. Granted, in his own world there was no magic, but that wasn't the part of Lumi's ordeal Szayel was most concerned with.

"I have no interest in being a sample," he said, flatly. "What I need is a lot of sleep."