"Yeah, it needs to be... I mean, I'd like it to be. I have to take the damn thing off when I shower, this one got caught in the dishwasher." Val winces, trying not to look dumb. "And I got it blown off, too. By another mutant. Old colleague. Technically still a colleague but he's all cranky and bitchin' and moanin' about how he doesn't want to do it anymore, but here's the thing, you can't quit, so you might as well suck it up and get the fuck over it, yeah? He says it's my fault, I went out to bug him in Mexico or somewhere else where it's uselessly fucking hot, I flirted, he fucks me, he charges up the gun in my hand with kinetic explosives or whatever and BAM, there we go, I'm missing a hand."