[i][b]The only metal thing inside his body was the Displacer, though it was pure luck: And so he grabbed the hand slowly, grasping it cautiously at first, until his grip became that of iron: JT was no longer a machine. He pulled himself to his feet and scanned the room for his cloak, eventually throwing it over his body. [/b][/i]"Thanks man. Feels good to be standing on real legs."