[he squints a little, his Spanish not being as good as his Cantonese,but he vaguely gets the just of what she's saying. He leans forward, shining the light onto as much of the wiring as he can. He's seen worse jobs, but he's certainly seen better. He might even suggest pulling the entire arm out to reinstall a new one. It'll need doing at some point. He grabs a numbing spray solution and squirts it onto the exposed skin to help ease the pain. Then he gets to preparing some sterile wipes to clean up the healing wound.]

Yeah, you really don't want then up in your brain. Way too much shit to go wrong up there, right? Man, I'm glad you got outta there.

[now that he's given the solution time to enter her skin, he gets to work cleaning away the foul smelling crusty blood and white blood cells surrounding the metallic muscle strands, grimacing as he does so. This wasn't done in a sterile environment, he can tell.]

This isn't the best robotics I've seen. [he trails off, tossing the goo covered cloth to one side and going in with a second on the join.] Once I get all this crap out, I can see if it's a socket join. And we might be able to install a better arm for yah. Something way lighter and less clunky. Oh hey! What's the synapse speed on this thing?