"I was in the army, my squad got attacked and most of me survived," he replied, reaching for the totebag as he spoke. "Nobody else did. What about you? I know you're not feeling chatty, but I thought I'd ask, just in case you changed your mind."
He emptied the bag onto the worktop and picked up the broken hand. One of the fingers seemed to have seized up completely while two others were completely loose, and the whole thing had that vaguely rusty smell to it. "Huh. So it needs to be waterproof."