Izu waves an assent. "Work on. I've done a few sim-recordings, but never on that end." And then, while testing other parts of the altered arm, the elf continues. "So I wouldn't mind too much if you talk about what you're doing."<br/><br/>The hand folds back to lie flat against the deforming forearm. A few metalic clinks and thunks echo as the implanted gun very clearly does not fire. "I can share a story about the time I decided to quit the recorded fighting if you got one you want to share."<br/><br/>And it wasn't loud enough for unaltered ears to hear, Derple had no problem hearing the angry sounds of muttered, foreign cursing at the weapon.