With Kimiko off him, Homelander scrambles to his feet as well. There's a faint, unwelcome twinge in his back as he does so, like he's overexerted his muscles or something. That's pure nonsense, though; he hasn't done anything! Why would getting thrown off a bed and wrestled to the floor make his back hurt?

When she starts sighing at him, Homelander huffs a breath out through his nose and rolls his eyes. "Speak English."

Foreigners, ugh.

He does manage to catch what she signs next, or at least the gist if not the exact words. Turns out 'what the fuck' is fairly universal, regardless of language. "I don't know. This is something one of your kind would do, not mine."

Now that they're both standing, he feels more confident. He's taller and heavier than she is, and if his powers are gone, hers seem to be as well. Otherwise, Homelander is pretty confident she'd have killed him when she tackled him. He points at the closet across the room.

"I'm going to find something else to wear. I will punch you if you try and attack me again."