Palamedes brightens. Okay, the scissors look a little grimy, and even lacking the extensive medical knowledge he once possessed, he knows that using them to cut at his own flesh is a terrible idea that could lead to something gross like tetanus.

But he’s a man on a mission and beggars can’t be choosers. He'll be fine... probably. “Excellent! I’m going to find out if I am, in fact, organic. The evidence so far says yes, but I would like to check for certain.” He holds out his hand for the scissors.