Ed raised an eyebrow at Sasori's claim of being able to fix the prosthetic. He shrugged in vague accent and moved to sit at the small table on the side of the room, turning on the electric light over it and looking more closely at his hand. 'Something's probably broken,' he sighed in annoyance. 'I just cleaned it a couple days ago, so I doubt there's enough junk built up in it to freeze it this bad...' He used his flesh hand to poke gently at the fingers and feel where they stopped.

'The damn thing's too fragile,' he griped as he found that the pinky wouldn't budge at all and held the hand up to the light, trying to see what the discrepancy was. 'It's really a piece of cr-junk compared to the ones my friend makes...' His eyes flicked to Pride momentarily as he corrected himself. True enough that the homunculus looked like a teenager, but he seemed so very child-like that Ed felt compelled to censor himself like he would have for Nina.