"An infirmary, huh? That sounds pretty good." He was admittedly a little surprised, but he was also pleased someone had decided to do it when, he suspected, no one else would. The question about his cybernetics earns half a shrug and his eyes fall to the equipment in the lab.

"That's why I came here, actually, I was hoping to find some tools or something. Some wires and tubes got cut in the process of the blade going in and coming out, and obviously the synth-that is, synthetic skin on the area's all ripped up." He gave a lopsided smile and didn't bother mentioning what those cut tubes and wires meant. If he couldn't find the tools to help, it wouldn't matter in about a day anyway. Trying to fix a lost cause wasn't fun for anyone. "Don't suppose you've got a roll of duct tape lying around?"