It happens far too fast for him to do anything but watch the chain of events, cursing himself as he does. "Fuck!"

Metal or bone, it seems analogous enough to him, and he winces just seeing it out in the open like that. Damn it. This can't be good, not good at all.

When he sees her falling, he reaches out with both arms to catch her if she needs it or to steady her if she manages to keep herself upright.

"Are you--?" He grits his teeth, feeling an awful lot like punching himself in the face right now. "Of course you're not okay, huh?"

He'd apologize, but what good is that? It's not going to heal her arm.