The original intent had been to require use of them, obviously, though Asadi's current state is not amenable to a great deal of experimentation or arduous work or mechanical progress on his part, and this will have to be acceptable. He is not the one with the disengaged circuits, nor was he one to survive the potentially fatal buildup of an internal charge, and he may not have any reasonable metric for how one typically recovers post-brachial-prosthetic-overload, but he is not about to force her into some recovery scenario against her will because he does not do that to valued colleagues for fuck's sake.

Asadi has engaged in a meaningful division of tools based on a criteria that is not difficult to ascertain, and he observes her choices with his head at an oblique angle.

"Fuck's sake," he says, and the abruptness of his tone is somewhat startling as he had not intended for it to emerge at a brusque pitch and volume, but he continues regardless. "Get some rest."