Dumas, cloaked in that air of intimidation, took the arm of the officer who had lost his right hand, and...
“They are,” he shrugged, and made to fit something over the officer’s right wrist.
“I like other things too, but... heroes who talk a lot of high-sounding ideas and see ‘em through to the end sell like mad in newspapers and on the stage. There.”
At last, there was a satisfying clang. The officer felt a light pressure and the proper weight on his right wrist.
“This is...”
Attached to the officer’s right arm was a perfectly fitted prosthetic hand.
“It’s got a special gimmick; I’ll tell you all about it later.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Chapter 12 ("Day 2, Daytime")