That he is possessed of such physical skill into his nineties should be impressive enough to offset that, at least a little, but his age weighs on his mind more than it does his body. It's become a strain to adapt to so many cultural shifts over so many decades, and that strain itself is sometimes telling.

The wheezing is a horrible and nearly constant sound, and one that has prevented him meditating properly. Every time he tries deep breathing it sends him into coughing spasms, and even barring that he can't focus with the noise of it. On the other hand, apart from the obvious stiffness of his left shoulder, which has been there ever since he was shot, he seems physically capable enough. He's perfectly mobile, and there's a subtle restlessness underlying his movements.

"...Understood. I want to be sure you know your way around our time, but I'm sure I can find a use for you here." Especially now, because he trusts her to physically handle herself better than he does some of his newer agents, and that could be very advantageous while he's down for the count. His gaze grows all the more intense as he ponders that, although it does not seem to be focused on anything in the room. "Do you have any current missions on the board?"