"Metal hands? Like a creature made out of gauntlets?" Shrieky shifts around back into a sitting position beside Wolfgang, "Yes, I can see how that would be quite disturbing. The devil does make work for idle hands, allegedly."

Shrieky looks mildly concerned at the blustering. He doesn't have any reason in particular to doubt what Wolfgang's telling him, but he can see that the other man is mildly distressed by the question, "I'm sorry to hear that, you weren't injured at all, were you?"