[ the ball cap roy has on is yanked around so it sits backwards on his head, hair tucked back into it, and he rolls his chair over to damian's side to inspect the arm he's offering. a hand on where the metal and flesh meets, roy turns the appendage one way and the other, observing how it interacts with the port, letting out a chuckle at the comment. ]

Nah, don't worry about it, man. Chicks dig cyborgs. [ he has not been a cyborg in his lifetime but he's seen enough scifi to know, okay? ] So talk to me about your current gear. What're you lacking? Do you do guns now or just sharp stuff?

[ meanwhile, he's working on detaching the prosthetic from the metal hub to look at what the hardware and connections look like underneath. he's no surgeon, so as far as the piece that's attached to damian, they're working with what the city gave him. ]