"And I say think nothing of it." He righted her, and made sure of his own balance before releasing the doorjamb. "Ah-" As the mechanical limb returned to its place, Alabaster shrugged his coat halfway off. Sure enough, the mechanical hand had torn right through the fabric of his shirtsleeve. Jacket sleeves were all well and good, they were usually more spacious, and were made of thicker cloth. It'd taken him a lot of practice, but he was quite capable of maneuvering his extra appendages in a coat. Shirts, on the other hand, were far too fragile and constrictive to allow him much movement without turning the sleeves to ribbons.

He retrieved the shopping bag, still half-wearing his new jacket. "Truth be told, I was hoping I could avoid doing this. Do you have a pair of scissors?"