A few swigs of beer and an arm.

Viktor looked up from the design he had been working on, turning towards the door from where he heard the screaming familiar voice. Giving a sigh of exasperation at having been interrupted during his important work, he pushed himself out of the chair to go over to the doorway and see what was the matter with Andrei. He knew the lad was always up to some sort of trouble, what with taking it upon himself to strike down opposition to the Glorious Evolution, but the Machine Herald was almost wishing he hadn't allowed the cocky assassin into his fold.

Such thoughts were immediately voided when he opened the door to find Andrei, one of his most prolific followers, collapsed on the ground a few feet before him. The mechanically augmented Champion's eyes scanned over the unmoving form below, taking immediate note of the bloodied stump where his acolyte's right arm once was. He assumed that his subordinate had gotten into a fight he couldn't win in his current state, resulting in the loss of his limb. This was not a problem, however, as Viktor immediately took action, going over to effortlessly lift the haggard younger man off the ground and then carrying him over to a work station nearby. The cold metal table that was set up would have to do for the time being, as the Machine Herald would set about to do what he did best.

Viktor had prepared prosthetics in the likely case that some of his less-augmented followers would one day need or otherwise request such enhancements, to replace any limbs they deemed offensive or otherwise insufficient to their preference. Taking one of such artificial arms, Viktor went on to make the necessary preparations for Andrei to be mentally connected to it so he could command it, then grafted it to the spot where the original once resided with no issue whatsoever. The entire process took less than an hour, and fortunately Andrei had fallen unconscious enough not to awake during the procedure. Not long after Viktor completed his work, however, "Mask" might find himself regaining consciousness upon the spare seat in Viktor's office, the Herald himself back to working on blueprints for many different designs due to completing another successful operation.

Viktor looked toward Andrei, taking his attention off his schematic at the same time, and turned his own form slightly in his seat. The questions were simple enough, not requiring too much thought to answer. "You came in screaming bloody murder, and when I emerged from this office I found you collapsed and bleeding out due to the loss of your right arm. I surgically implanted a prosthetic, of course, as you can now feel, and you are now 20% better than before. An hour has passed since you entered the laboratory, I had one of the others clean the mess you made."

Viktor shook his head at Andrei's question. "No, nothing further than surgically grafting your new, superior arm and applying the same mental integration process that I've used upon myself. You know all too well that I do not force augmentation upon anyone and that any procedures I do are merely out of necessity or by request."