[He watches her with a slight raised brow which turns into a look of disgust when she finally takes everything off. It was a botch job, and looked like it had been done whilst she'd been awake. The flesh wasn't healing in the right places, and the arm didn't look like it was meshing well with the organic tissue.

He immediately pushes off the desk to get a better look at it, wincing and hissing in a breath when he looks behind at the shoulder.]

Where the heck d'you get this? A back alley chop-shop? [He pulls away, to go and retrieve some tools and his headlamp for a more indepth look.]

I'm gonna have to pull this shoulder casing off to get a look at the mechanics. That okay with you?