The honest answer served his point. Besides, it's hard to be too shy about the arm. It's usually the first thing people see. (It's the last thing some see, too; certainly the last a couple hundred biters saw, if their eyes were still intact.) Dancing around it just makes it worse.

Besides, he figures it'll keep her off guard. She asks the next question-- the obvious question-- and in spite of himself he grins.

"Did it myself." Again, the truth. "Hacksaw. Rusty piece'f shit."