[She'll watch the boy with idle interest. Expecting a comeback of some kind for her harsh words only to find he agreed with her assessment. All she felt was utter disappointment. He could have, at least, tried to bite back.

When he offers a polite bow, she'll recognize the gesture from somewhere in Asia. Maybe he had his own version of it. Whatever the case, she'll simply continue to observe him.]

Liar. You aren't. [After all, she'll point out.] You needed help getting your arm back, didn't you? Why feel sorry for the trouble if it's needed to accomplish your goal? You needed me, and I agreed to the request.

[With that said, Eve will realize -- there may be someone who can help him get his limbs reattached. Making a hand motion for him to follow.]

I'll introduce you to someone useful. They can help you get you back together again.