"My arm?" his head tilts in momentary confusion. "OH! This, right right. It's uh...I got tagged in a fight. And then I tried to use it before it healed properly and popped my stitches."

Oh how this is punctuated by annoyed sighs. Injuries are stupid.

"So to answer your other question, no. I'm not holding my shell up. You do know that this," he pauses to knock on his chest-plate. "Is like, my spine and ribcage, right?"