It doesn't take long for Daenerys to pick up on what he means, although her guesses are a few years too early. He'd been the leader sending people with code names out on dangerous missions, not that he's going to tell her that. He shakes his head, and explains: "It was a self-appointed mission." The code name had come much, much earlier, readopted for a variety of reasons.

While there is pain with each blow that he inflicts on the pod, it's something that quickly fades; more quickly than it would for a regular human. He can see the concern on Daenerys' face when he glances over, yet another hint of softness under all of that righteous anger.

"Heavily reinforced. Maybe enchanted, I don't know. Magic wasn't really a thing where I come from." He backs up then, wondering if a kick might work better. He pulls one leg up, rotating until he's positioned correctly, and then shoves the sole of his boot hard against the pod. Again, there isn't even a splinter in the glass.