Cybernetic; all gone to looking real outside but the inside is robotic. He's seen a troll or two what got lucky enough knowing someone good with robotics as all to replace limbs. It was just so damn easy losing limb on Alternia but only some got being lucky enough to get replacement. Those on Sigma's world were clearly advanced enough for such things, but he wonders about the Capitol.

None of that is being too important though. He's got a job and although distantly he realises Sigma might curse himself, clearly not meaning to make command, the Initiate prefers to take it that way, so he can do it more aptly and more than that, have that breath of relief to be doing something.

He'll have to touch Sigma-- a tribute-- to do this, but if he shakes at all he'll cause more damage and pain. He must remain steady.

He shuffles carefully closer, eyes intent and searching the wounds. He looks to Sigma's face quick all to seek permission and if perhaps he ought lay down or get his clothing out of the way, but then his eyes are down again. His claws have been filed somewhat but not too much that he can't pinch nothing. If there is no protest, he'll reach out and try and pull out the first shard. Being Alternian, blood ain't no thing. Being an avox, well, it's just a job.