[Well, after the initial, kneejerk response of "I am not going to touch your goddamn eye, Archer, what the hell" passes, Kimblee seems to understand what he meant; he's fairly sure that Archer can't feel any of this anyway - not if the way Fullmetal often took to flailing his artificial limbs around for the sake of absorbing damage that normally would have been obscenely painful is anything to judge by - but this entire thing is still striking him as incredibly bizarre.
He moves to touch it anyway; it's honestly so morbidly fascinating that he can't really stop himself, now that he has permission, though the contact he establishes is still incredibly gentle.]
Interesting... [It's more a murmur to himself than anything; he raises his voice a bit again when he continues.] Although you said there was a grenade?
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He moves to touch it anyway; it's honestly so morbidly fascinating that he can't really stop himself, now that he has permission, though the contact he establishes is still incredibly gentle.]
Interesting... [It's more a murmur to himself than anything; he raises his voice a bit again when he continues.] Although you said there was a grenade?