"Oh, no. I mean, the fingers are...expected. Finger dexterity isn't exactly helpful in ship design. That's why they aren't made with hands. More surface area, less wind shield. I was just thinking about, I dunno, sprucing it up! Little splash of color, maybe a design. Top fin. I'll run it by Jarvis. We're like..." he held his hand up and tried to cross his fingers. It ended up just looking like he was holding his hand up, fingers unresponsive to his desires in the armor.
"Just assume I'm crossing my fingers..."
He looked down at his newly installed crotch and thigh plates and nodded, glad he had gone to the bathroom beforehand. Not that he didn't trust the filtration system or anything.
"Yeah, the puking the the urinating thing. I'm gonna try real hard to not let that happen," he said.
He took a moment to examine the palm of his hand for a moment, poking the circular device inside the plating.