"Please," he says, dismissive, sliding the bottle back across to her and retrieving the screwdriver in the same fluid movement. Some of the more damage-susceptible areas have left certain constituents fixed to the interior of the arm's shell. He throws the weight of his shoulder into prying one such component free and is rewarded by a low twinge of pain shooting from wrist to shoulder blade.

"Inebriation is hardly any obstacle," he continues, freeing the fused piece of metal with a satisfied grunt. "Manual construction is a particular talent of mine. I'm certain I could it."