[ He doesn’t immediately surrender the limb in question. He watches this stranger closely first, evaluating. But only so much can be made from a face (interest, a professional air, has she dealt with this before?), and he isn’t sure what to make of hers.
Eventually he moves his arm, still not to offer it out, but to straighten it. Or, almost straighten it. It doesn’t go quite all the way, and stops with a click still at a slight angle. His eyes stay watchfully on her face. ]
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Eventually he moves his arm, still not to offer it out, but to straighten it. Or, almost straighten it. It doesn’t go quite all the way, and stops with a click still at a slight angle. His eyes stay watchfully on her face. ]
Repairs. [ As is quite apparent now. ]