Those twitching fingers have Devero just a little bit concerned. Given how extensive his Implants are, he knows just enough about the way a body is put together to be worried about an injury to a tendon or ligament. (And little enough actual anatomy to be sure if that's actually something to worry about in the specific location where the ceramic sliced into Koumyou's flesh.)

Off to medical they go, as fast as Devero can chivvy Koumyou along. His worry has made him officious by the time they actually arrive. He shoulders his way into the first examination room-- glad to see it empty-- and makes Koumyou sit.

"How's that feeling? Can you still move your thumb?"