Curtis carries on staring. Watching the arm move, seemingly independent of everything around it, is...he's not gonna lie, it's really fucking disturbing. It's like watching a severed limb twitch.

Very, very gingerly -- and focusing on keeping his breath steady for much more unpleasant reasons now -- Curtis reaches to grasp the prosthesis, pulling it closer to his stump. Maybe it'll be easier to handle if it looks like it's attached to him.

Dejah looks so proud. And she should be. This thing's a fucking marvel. He doesn't want to act like a dick about it.