"Oh good, I'm not that kind of priest. The church of the perfected self sees the miracle in ones own existence, It speaks of full belief in yourself and adjusting your body to reflect your ideals... My ideals is in strength, the strength to protect others so I body build to make sure I'm never to weak to help. In my faith the Doctor behind you makes full use of his dexterity as a surgeon, his form follows function."

He finally releases the humans arm and looks back at his boxes, he didn't have anything specific for the new guy to he searched his combat vest until he found what he was looking for. He drew out a screw-cap cylinder not unlike a cigar and opened it revealing several precious gems, He shook them out across an open hand raised up to let him see more clearly, none were worked, letting their own natural shapes speak for themselves.

"Pick one."