"Shit, girl, I wouldn't be able to look either if someone had me cracked open on a table. No offense taken. It's your body." It's arguably one of the cooler things he has ever seen when she takes a breath. He doesn't say that out loud mostly because he's aware enough to realize it could seem insensitive as hell.

"Get your booze on?" Yeah, no judgment. He somehow manages to keep a touch of sadness out of his voice too. He was all too familiar with that from Roxy. It makes him miss her something fierce. He puts that energy into Anna.

"Yeah, I get it." He didn't drink much, but he understood self-destructive behavior perfectly. He started to work through her body, falling into a relatively easy flow once he got going. He unloosens a few things just to get a feel for what it was supposed to feel like on her exact body and parameters. Tightens them back up, moves on. Anything dirty in his path, he takes out, even smaller screws and the like and starts to polish them off on a rag he takes from his bag.

Without thinking to ask, he takes out his omen and starts to play some music. It felt like an automatic process for him.

"You cool with the tunes?" At least he asks after? Who knows. Maybe it will help her ease up. Who wasn't soothed by Salt-N-Pepa? He fiddles with a valve, plucking it out and examining it before digging through his bag for a new one. He pops it inside, securing it. "That feel okay for a new part?"