It wasn't that big of a deal, at least not to Julian. Sure he looked a little different. Okay, a lot different. But that didn't mean anything! He'd gotten taller, and bulked up a bit. Training in the danger room and facing life or death would do that to a person. He rolled his eyes as you ogled him, seemingly in shock that he was in fact the same person. "No, I am not on steroids. and NO. I was not 'blood doping'. Isn't that what bikers do?" He'd already lost his hands. He didn't need you making fun of him on top of that. "You're really not funny."