"I won't be hurt." Quite strange, meeting someone who didn't already know about his physical capabilities. Everyone around him knew what Khan was, from as far back as he could remember. Even the twenty third century scientists had been able to identify him, and knew much of his physical capabilities, before making any attempt to revive him. In an odd way, that damage resistance had proven to be the saving grace for his kind. The scientists who created them had found it exceedingly difficult to obtain blood samples. It was only when the Augments conducted experiments on themselves that the biochemical healing properties of their blood had been discovered. They all understood that they must guard this secret with their lives, lest humanity find some way to capture and enslave them to tap their bodies for mass production of magical healing potions.

"Nothing short of a bullet can pierce my skin, and if I actually do suffer physical damage it will heal almost instantly."

There was no need to mention that he was also strong enough to rip the metal plate clean off. It was only because the fastening bolts might shatter in the process that there was any need to take precautions in the first place. "Wall to your right. It's uneven, we'll go past seven recessed doors on that side. Mine will be the eighth."