The hiss does not make Emet stop what he's doing, but it makes his chest painfully tight. Inwardly he chides himself over being so ridiculous, by being so affected by something relatively minor in the grand scheme of things. But he supposes his empathy has always been his greatest strength and weakness.

Once Dirk's leg is settled, and he speaks up, he cannot help but let out an unexpected laugh. His hand curled into a light fist as he brings it up to cover his mouth. As he settles, he shakes his head, less so to admonish Dirk for the comment, and more out of playful exasperation.

"It would be far from the first I've crafted a robotic limb, but I must say, such a course is far from necessary. By my measure of the swelling and your impressively contained reaction to the pain...the break is likely minor as you stated. Hardly worth the fuss of amputation." His tone is far more light than it was previously, but as he stands, his expression shifts to something a bit more serious.

"Nevertheless!" He states with clear conviction, holding up his index finger, the others held into a light curl that emphasizes the more effeminate way he holds himself. "At the very least we should observe the true extent of the damage, and we are in scant supply of the proper equipment to do so."