Rhys had been blissfully unaware of anything weird going on in town this past weekend. He'd been engrossed in finishing up the work on a rudimentary arm so he could at least have two hands to build a better one. Or maybe another ECHO eye...

Whatever. It'd get made.

If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.

"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.

Of course.

[Open, yesss]