"...I never even thought to try." Mostly by the time he lost his arm he had already left behind Blackwatch and consequently a great deal of resources, including and not limited to stable housing and a refrigerator to call his own. Rest assured, he doesn't doubt his own ability to be juvenile to see what kind of and how many stupid messages he could fit on his arm with magnetic letters now that he's thinking about it.

Still, he recognizes he's not being terribly helpful here and now.

"Reckon it's got tons of iron in it."