"Well, I can't be sure about here, but where I'm from, the laser engraving only goes fractions of a millimeter into the surface of the metal, and shouldn't, at least not majorly, weaken the structure. Do you mind if I get a better look at your legs once we have a few minutes? I'd love to see the work, if you don't mind. I'm guessing this is that Zahhak guys' work, too? He's really good, it's kind of enviable that he can fabricate things so flawlessly, but his fine tuning skills need definite improvements before I'd consider the product a finished one. I've actually worked on a number of his other works before, making sure the motor function of the prosthetic isn't just as good as natural, but better. Mostly through a little work of my own, not that... er. Not that I'm bragging." He gave a small laugh. "I'm actually pretty impressed that Zahhak is so good at what he does, considering what I heard about him having trouble with his own... well, he has strength control problems, from what I heard." He tucked his hands in his pockets as they all walked. It wasn't far to get to a really great brewpub in the city, and once they were all within sight of it, the pace was picked up from the back of the group.