[ It was easier when Andyr allowed him to do his job and in return Adrien made certain to keep his hands where the younger man could see them, at all times and to only touch as he'd explained before hand. No odd shifts or too closer movements.

The cuff was starting it's slow, inexorable grip, which Adrien was assuming Andyr did not particularly appreciate. However, as the young man seemed to be trying his hardest to keep himself distracted the doctor was willing to help out where he could.

So far he'd barely spoken to anyone, outside the one person who also came from the Neheda about his previous life. The most he mentioned was the fact that Courser had been a gift and little beyond that. He didn't invite questions or encourage conversation on the subject.

But ... give a little to gain a bit. If it helped keep this entire process as relaxed as it could be managed, he'd stick a crowbar in his mouth and pry out some words. ]

It was a gift. [ He explained, glancing down at where his initials were carved into the metal and turning it slightly so Andyr could see the double "A". ] From one of the officers I served with on my prior ship. It was one of the first I ever received and decidedly more useful than the jock-strap I got from them.

Err at least at the time.

[ The jock-strap had proved singularly useful at a later date. But he wasn't going down that particular rabbit hole just yet. ]