He woke up with a pounding headache, the gash in his leg was almost fully healed, and it took a moment to realize that the aches of his half healed injuries from testing accidents also were gone. He gave the nurse a look, before replying. "Gaz zedo.."<br/><br/>He paused to cough, and sagged the pitcher and glass by the bed, trying to force himself upright before remembering his arm was still missing. A quick glance about the room showed that they had let the minions in, and the plating had been beaten back into shape, his surrounding flesh also showing bruises from the minions usual method of applying overly sufficient enthusiasm in place of carefully moderated skill. However, the plating looked to be able to handle a utility arm, which the minions had left three nearby. On the left side of the bed, just out of reach, naturally. He rolled his eyes, and finished dealing with the glass of water, before rolling over to grab one of the general utility arms. "Ah, I can talk again. Better than normal, considering a concussion, ripped out prosthesis, damaged connecting point, and getting thrown through a wall. How long have I been out?"<br/><br/>He placed the arm against its connection point, and then felt his face screw up as the arm connected and integrated with the neural network. It wasn't painful, not exactly, but it was like suddenly having a limb go from normal, to the tingling feeling, and then back to normal in the span of ten seconds or so. The static feeling in his head was likely just his imagination though.