Well, if it puts your mind at ease, I am not a mortal. I have an indefinite lifespan. But I will respect your privacy.

[he frowns. He wonders if his teleportation distance has shrunk as well. Now that he's clean, he needs to get dry... Time to test it.

Thank god the sink is less than a foot deep. He can get out by himself, at least, and wrap himself in a dry dish towel. He then continues to glare at the ceiling]

The bombs are fairly weak. The concussive force alone should be enough to blow out the windows in here. And our ear drums. Neither has happened.