Piotr turned toward the question and noted the attractive redhead. He made a motion toward the man. "Only if you are versed in medical things. This man needs attention and will not leave his piano. I can handle the instrument, I have no idea what to do for his arm."
"We need to get it off of the street." The woman urged. "Please, call your friends, or whatever you need to do."
"Yes. Anything could happen. Please. Get it sent to the opera house immediately."
"Da, da." Piotr shook his head, astounded that anybody would put an object over their own well being. "I do not need friends."
He was used to changing in front of people, especially after the dying planet. He hand't planned for this outing, though, so his clothes were going to be an issue. Piotr sighed. He really liked these pants. He could save the shirt by taking it off, and did so quickly. He also slipped his shoes off.
The metal was there in an instant, and with it his strength. The piano was in the back of the truck without any real effort on his part. And by the time he turned back to the couple, the metal was gone. And his pants were torn at the seams.
"There. Can we now focus on your arm, please?" He asked, annoyed, while he put his shirt back on.