Great, the first kid he had interacted with in this place, and he ended up being a strange one. Most kids were afraid of him at first, but this one was treating him more as a mere curiosity. Mike knew where his gaze was going, but he refused to move his arm out of sight. He had gone through hell to get back to where he was after losing half his arm. There was no way he was going to be irritated--or intimidated--by a kid.

Except then the kid opened his mouth and asked that question; okay, so maybe he'd let himself be a bit irritated. Most kids asked that, or stared a lot at his arm and scars, or both, usually in terror. The lack of fear from Albedo was different, but not reassuring. Fear was the natural reaction that made the most sense. As much as he hated scaring them, it meant that they weren't too jaded to see it as normal.

Except this kid didn't seem jaded--he was just weird.

"It fell off," Mike replied, more than a little sarcastically; he then let out a sigh, trying to smooth his irritation away. "You shouldn't ask people questions like that. Most don't like answerin' them, me included."