[ Angela's touch lingers a little longer, fingertips slipping from his palm as she observes his arm for a long moment. The craftsmanship of him, able to tell with the touch just how much was metal and how much was flesh. She's worked with enough to know by now; one of her most prominent here on this ship, a man who had lost all four limbs, scarred head to toe in a vicious attack that had changed his life. Further still when she had gotten him into a nearly full new body, keeping as much of his organic body intact as possible, working with the engineers on the project to ensure he retained as much sensation and flexibility as before.

It took a lot of time and love to create these sorts of things. It makes her curious about him, smile still idly playing about her lips before returning her gaze to his face. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you then, Raiden. I'm sure there's a way to apply your skills to other tasks. Even soldiers have learned a thing or two along the way, you know. Teaching others some self-defense, survival skills drilled into us helping us with boat riggings, preparing food, filtering dirty water. I once got a few fishermen back to shore off the eastern Cape in Africa when I caught a ride between villages; just naval knots and a quick line of stitches in an old sail. Unconventional, but it worked.

I had more fish than I could've eaten in a month! I gave it all to the village they got me to. You'll find something, I'm sure.

[ Perhaps she can press again, now that he's had a moment to observe her, feel her out. They're already practically friends!! (Keep dreamin' gurl.) ]

This will be the last time I'll ask, I promise. Are you sure you're all right? I can only imagine the havoc that trip has wrecked on everyone. Much less someone with a special body.

[ To put it lightly. She's ready to help him with anything he may need, and he has all of her focus. ]