His flesh was hot and sticky with bubbles of fresh blood, but she kept her fingers pressing into him, her face indifferent to the obvious pain he was in, after all she couldn't feel his strong grip too well upon her metal fingers.
She was used to dealing with insides and outs of men, so feeling around, seeking out metal pieces inside him was second nature. She had fished out about four pieces so far, dipping her fingers back inside for the fifth, but this one was much deeper inside him, and Aelith made a face as she leaned in closer, digging her hand inside him all the way to retrieve the last, reluctant piece.