[The way Steve looks at his arm makes him uncomfortable. It's not the look of an enemy sizing him up, or even a handler making sure he's fit for a mission. It's a look that he can't discern. But it makes him feel... upset. Like he's done something wrong. Irritated, he flexes his metal fist and concentrates on the information at hand.]
It'll only work here?
[That's not good. Not that he particularly cares about this world or what's in it, but being confined to a single area... is still confinement.]
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It'll only work here?
[That's not good. Not that he particularly cares about this world or what's in it, but being confined to a single area... is still confinement.]