[i]Lucas seemed to get even more nervous when Chloanne spoke to him so angrily, his eyes completely avoiding eye contact with her now. [/i] "Hey, Chloanne, Ling.. Oh, these prosthetics, hmm?" [i]He asked, raising both his arms a 45°, looking at them both before lowering them again. [/i] "Basically.. I got messed up by aliens.. Or, well, not necessarily aliens. They were just these weird, massive creatures, locked in a prison I was sent out to explore." [i]He shudders at the memory of his limbs being torn off, somehow remaining conscious through it all. Horrible shit. [/i] "Anyways.. How've you two been? It's been a while."