[ Rhys by comparison feels nothing and notices nothing amiss as he moves over to brush some dirt aside with his synthetic hand. There's nothing there but more dry ground of course, but he wants to scan beneath the surface a little and holds his coated fingers up to the device.

He'll probably need to disinfected the whole arm later, maybe even replace the synthetic flesh.

This was probably a stupid idea. ]

Like an hour, tops. I know it's not exactly exciting or anything but come on, it's not that bad. Much better than buildings and getting stabbed if you ask me.

[ Why does no one appreciate his sense of enjoyment when it comes to these sorts of things, honestly? There is nothing wrong with scanning rocks instead of almost-dying. ]