[He jams his glove covered fingers into something that's not metallic but definietely squishy and that just popped, and gives a wince.]

--Sorry. I think I just got a blister. [The way the metal was rubbing against the exposed skin, he's only surprised that she's not covered in more. That and burns. He presses something cold and covered in antiseptic against the oozing spot, pulling his glove off with his teeth to reach for a fresh one.]

Hey, I'm not judging. I just figured I should y'know. At least try and be an adult at you. Hey, can you hold this here? [he pulls her other arm up and presses it against the gauze, before wheeling away on his chair to refresh his gloves and to get some more supplies. He wheels back, using both his legs as his hands are full to scoot across the floor, and dumps the assorted supplies next to her. He carefully pulls her hand off, and peels back the gauze which is already sticking, and peers in the hole some more.]

It's not as bad as it could be. Got a bit of infection and blistering up here. [he's pointing as he talks.] And this part looks like its got some necrosis going on. Gonna have to cut that out. But I can make it work.

[he gives her a smile and a thumbs up.] Then we can get your new arm fixed.