Gaeta chuckles. It's a little hoarse; the lump hasn't entirely gone away. "Hopefully we won't need to put that to the test," he says.

He moves his hand to touch the rabbit fur lining. Gods, it's so soft.

"Here, um -- " He glances over his shoulder to locate the nearest chair. "Show me how the straps work? With my old one, we just sort of..." He pulls a wry face. "Put a bunch of socks over my stump and hoped for the best."

No wonder the damn thing hurt so much.