(Not like he could anyway, but thanks for confirming.) Quincy shrugs and flexes his arm slightly. He then takes it off with the other hand, the SIVA holding the arm to the mechanical joint shifting off of the joint area. "Here you go. Just dont get too pokey. He doesn't like it when strangers tinker with him." I say, winking a bit. Then again, it was possible the arm could have some sort of A.I. inside.