Soldat turns their closed fist around, examining it. They're completely familiar with the metal arm, after all this time, but they know it's unusual. They've honestly never seen anything else like it. Not even the Chair or the portable cryotank was as advanced as the arm. "It's at least fifty years old, I think. May have been upgrades, inside, but. I don't remember it ever really being different." Rosinante saw the memory-within-a-memory of when they first got the arm. It didn't look any different then than it does now.

They're curious, though, looking over at Rosinante. "What metal arms have you seen?" Maybe it's like theirs. Well, probably not, given the level of tech Rosinante has talked about and demonstrated knowledge of. But they're still curious.