[Ah, and she skims her fingers very, very lightly over the point of the angle, unsure if he can still feel pain there or not. This can't be akin to a broken arm; he wouldn't nearly be so calm if it was.]

I can fix this.

[She says it confidently after a full two minutes of silent study. Machines are machines, at the end of the day, and she's quite good at inventing new things, never mind repairing something old. Add to the fact she understands the intended function-- that is, functioning as an arm-- and she ought to have little trouble.]

It may take me longer than you're used to, though. I'd like to devote a full day to it. I have a laboratory in my home, though, we shan't need to scour for that.