[His lips twist into a concerned frown, and he only pauses long enough to unlatch his mag-boots before crossing the room and dropping down to sit next to her. He knows full well there's nothing he can do, but it doesn't stop him from endlessly running through possibilities, each more nonsensical than the last. Look, maybe applying something corrosive to the metal would work?? You don't know until you try.]
Um... I don't think so.
[He brings a hand to his forehead, pauses when he realizes that while he can see tendons working beneath the skin, he can't... actually feel anything when he tries to touch his forehead. Which means one of two things: either he's lost feeling in his hand, again, or in his forehead. Or he just doesn't even have a forehead anymore, which is frightening, but not out of the question.]
I don't... think I can feel my hand, [he admits quietly, testing it by just touching the floor. Or, rather, smacking it against the floor, as if the sound of flesh striking decking is another point of evidence to prove that it is still there.]
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Um... I don't think so.
[He brings a hand to his forehead, pauses when he realizes that while he can see tendons working beneath the skin, he can't... actually feel anything when he tries to touch his forehead. Which means one of two things: either he's lost feeling in his hand, again, or in his forehead. Or he just doesn't even have a forehead anymore, which is frightening, but not out of the question.]
I don't... think I can feel my hand, [he admits quietly, testing it by just touching the floor. Or, rather, smacking it against the floor, as if the sound of flesh striking decking is another point of evidence to prove that it is still there.]