Trax was walking down the hall, just coming from having his arm replaced. It was odd, he'd gotten so used to the lack of sensation from the old prosthetic that this new one seemed hyper sensitive. He was looking down at his hand, squeezing it and moving his fingers when he rounded the corner and bumped into Kesh, nearly sending her to the ground. The man quickly reached out and caught her.
"Sorry, guess I should be paying more attention to where I'm going."
[OOC: Kesh will notice that his left arm is no longer wrapped and he's not wearing a glove on his hand.]