That said... “Well,” she hedged, before glancing off to one side to see that nobody was looking in their direction. “Honestly,” she continued in a whisper. “The injury is... There's been developments.”
Stomach swooping a little as she decided to bring Markus into her confidence, she leaned back and pushed at the sling. It was enough to reveal her hand and wrist at table level. Beneath the sling was the glint of metal, gunmetal with gold highlighting the joints in organic patterns. It looked like a prosthetic, but when she wiggled her fingers, the metal moved as fluidly as flesh and bone. Watching his face for his reaction, she turned her hand over, palm up and extended it a little ways in front of her to give Markus a good look.