"Fuck... Sounds like the guy's a dick," he said, clearly unimpressed with what had happened, "I hope you got the fucker back for it."
Scribbling "waterproof" down beside the measurements, he hoped he didn't sound too distracted as his brain started working out how things should fit together. "He's not Brotherhood, is he? I mean, you're not gonna smack into the dude while you're here, right? Oh, uh, anything else you want for your hand, other than waterproof? You want it to look like a real hand, or do you want it all shiny and metal, like mine?"
As if to emphasize his point, he bent his fake leg at the knee and wiggled the foot at the ankle joint. He'd have wiggled his toes if there were any, but since this version of his leg wasn't as advanced as his previous one, he hadn't got round to working on the aesthetics just yet.