"The metal's not. It's bone underneath. I remember a lab, where they opened me up." His other hand hovered over his extended claws as he looked up at her and then back down, frowning. "I think the metal is all through me. And they were only able to put it there because of this," he explained, nicking his finger on one of his claws and holding it up for her to see the way it healed almost instantly.

The lab was the first memory that had come back to him when he woke up in the hospital, and it sure as hell hadn't made him happy to be surrounded by medical equipment at the time. Growling under his breath, he tried to force that out of his mind. They had other things to worry about here and now.

"What can you do?"