put me back together

Isla is concentrating too much to give Aamu a verbal response at first, but she does smile to hear him, nodding and moving to press her fingers gently against one of his forearms. She lifts the arm to have a real look at it, furrowing her brow, and glances over him once more as if trying to keep track of something. When she does speak, at first it is just a careful description of a skeleton, of bones she doesn't know the names of but will read about soon enough, no doubt. And then, eventually, "I can see two upgrades here - I am not sure how many you may have had before. But comparing what I see here to my internal systems, I can't track any degradation or differences." Isla pats his forearm. "There are blades in here - did you know about them? And there's something feeding a reflective surface in your skin. I'm not quite sure what that is..." Isla the flesh is weak