"Yeah but this sleeves, taunting you about it is fun," he points out, smirking at Anne. "And yeah, I've been to the machine. To get back the closest thing to what they took from me," he admits, frowning at that. He's lived with them since he can remember and being without it is odd. "Only could get one of them but..."

He pulls one of the knives from his sleeve spaces, holding it point down on the end of his finger. It then shot towards the ceiling, flung to the right, circled Anne and then came back to his hand. He grins at that. "Not exactly the same but close enough,' he says, sliding it back where it goes.

"Anyone know the person we're looking for? To know if we found the right vic?"