[ jfc He nearly leaps out of his seat when she shrieks, and he reflexively flaps both hands at her in a keep-it-down gesture. But thankfully he doesn't seem too frazzled to catch on to what she's calling out over her shoulder; he's sure as hell had to cover up many a stupid outburst before. ]

Man, I donno if I can trust a Cobras fan as my doctor, but desperate times, desperate measures, I guess... [ Then lowering his voice again into a (perhaps not helpful) hiss, ] They're not snake arms, they're cybernetic. Y'know. Terminator. Up to here—

[ He draws a line with his finger on one at about armpit level. Whole arm. Both of them. Tragic accident. His brow is furrowed, half sorry, half praying she's seen enough weird shit in ALASTAIR to not play 20 Questions with him on the subject right now. ]

They don't really bleed real blood, but, [ patting himself on the chest, ] I've got plenty of blood in the rest of me.