[No?] [Fine.] [He catches himself rolling his eyes a little bit. Not having to keep the mask of normality up 100% of the time was refreshing.]
[Birdman takes the arm stump in one hand and squints. The shell seemed to have grown downward and healed over the wound. It reminds him of what was done in a surgical amputation, but somehow he doubts that someone sat this man down and bent and stitched (bolted?) the shell over the stump for him.]
We'll have to open this back up.
[He catches himself touching at the area where Jack's arm should be with his fingertips. It's bizarrely smooth. He barely knows what an insect is and can't make the connection in his head.]
You alright with that? [Glance up from under his hair.]