A concerningly large amount of the world. Somewhere around thirty nations, all from the assassination of one leader by a resistance guy who'd just left a sandwich shop.

[History can be rather absurd, huh? All that pain and suffering, all from that one clumsy day.

He brightens very quickly, though, at the mention of prosthetics.]

I know a thing or two about prosthetics, sure! Usually they're robot-sized these days, but I can absolutely work on something smaller-scale.