[He chews on the end of screwdriver he'd just been poking around with, and stands there looking at the insides of her arm with a frown. His mind is racing, but he's not saying anything, and a silence passes over them as he gives her another brief once over, poking around in the join.]

I think I can take this off. [He starts playing with some of the screws before realising that he's just taking it off without asking.]

Uh, if that's okay? Your nerve endings were strapped up with plugging, so it shouldn't actually hurt. Too much anyway. And I can get this arm on the work table and take some photos and call a girl and get you something better.