He sees so many peculiar things here, Felix likes to think he's gotten quite good at not wincing like a provincial rube. And still, he catches a grimace forming on his face and has to smooth it quickly. It takes another few seconds to realize he's staring. Well, better to have a mechanical substitute than no hand at all, surely? It just looks so unsettling, especially to a man from a world without prosthetics.

"That's, ah, an unfortunate side-effect to having a metal hand," he says, laughing a little to cover his disquieted impulse.