His claws were rigged in place. It was an uncanny situation that even nearly a year of Luceti hadn't made more easy to deal with. But he'd been through so much more pain, that metal bones in his body seemed a mite low on that list.

"I'll be fine, 'Ro. I'm still plenty durable as it is. We just gotta kill that damn Shifter and I'll be back to my jolly old self."