Drake took the offered hand, marveling for a moment at how good the prosthetic was. "On my world, everyone still has to make do with pegs, or hooks, or whatever else can be fashioned. This is remarkable."

His attention quickly went to the seam, however, and he shook his head, "I don't need you to open it, no. Do you want to see it as I do?" Not that he was, yet, but he would. "I can project imagery with my Empathy." Luke seemed like the kind of patient who would be curious, but, "It may be very disconcerting, since it's such a recent loss. Up to you."