Ah. [ Well, he knows that now. ] Right, so a projectile of some sort... Plasma, you said? From your blood?

[ It's bio-mechanical, as she said, so the projectile must come from somewhere, right? He's been using his free time to read whatever medical textbooks he can thrift, and he remembers this much.

Adrian starts to remove his glove, then stops himself. It might be helpful to know the texture and how alive the whole thing feels, but he doesn't want to risk causing her some horrible illness for the sake of curiosity. He touches it with his glove on, feeling the warmth only where his touch lingers too long. It certainly feels more alive than any weapon he's ever held, the shape of it entirely alien. ]

The rest of it? Is the nature of this world likely to hinder it, do you know?