"I could score you an eye patch and hook if it'd tickle your fancy." He joked with an puff on the cigar gripped tightly in his teeth. Taking it out to shake off ash into the starving flames of the dying fire as he sat across from you, the sound of crickets chirping and of animal calls had filled the air for too long and he had finally worked up his nerve to speak after watching you remove the prosthetic and set it down beside yourself. "You ever get that um, shoot what'd they call it? That ghost limb thing? Feelin' it even though it ain't there?" He asked after a moment. It wasn't exactly a secret that you had a false leg, but he still hadn't expected you to seem so lackadaisical about it. Hell I mean, you were missing a whole leg.After a few more moments of thought and gnawing on the end of the cigar, he took a final puff and stamped it out before moving to sit next to you and with a loose gesture at your prosthetic leg, asked: "Care to tell me how it works?"