"Huh. Handy guy," is all Jim says in response to the lengthy list of abilities. He's kind of learned to take things like this in stride. If he were afraid of every person or creature that could bend time or make things happen with its mind, he might as well just never leave his quarters. Humans are pretty much at the bottom of the evolutionary spectrum, as far as abilities go.

He accepts that as it is, and is that much more proud when humans come out on top.

"You okay there, Clint?" Jim asks, looking over at the tiny man. "Gotta get your land legs again, huh?"