“If you have no proof then it never happened,” Anakin said as if that was universally understood. “She sliced into my-” Anakin continued, but then H. G. was suddenly very taken with, and interested in, his hand, and he stopped talking to watch her examine his hand. He was calm enough not to jerk back when he realized the contact had passed the socially acceptable length of time.
But he did raise an eyebrow at the woman’s interest in his robotic arm.
He shrugged, brushing off H. G.’s slight social boundary crossing. She hadn't meant any harm by it. “I’m aware this technology isn’t available yet on your world. If you want I can show you how it’s constructed and how it works.”