"A fascinating Construct," he murmured, eyes glinting as he stared at the body in his arms. "Entirely created, you say? What is it made of?" He reached out with one hand, the other still holding the gigai effortlessly, to turn her head. "There aren't any stitches." If that was something he could use... He rolled up a sleeve to reveal a line of stitches connecting two slightly different hued patches of skin together on his arm.