[Dirge is not the best patient, fidgeting and making displeased noises throughout the entire procedure. When its finally done, he grimaces and taps on the welded patch with a claw. Its itchy and restrictive and he feels somewhat like a collared earth canine.]

::It is supposed to connect to a port.:: [The clone points at the panel in his wrist where the pump came from. Next to it is a port the same size as the mouth of the pump.]

::Guess you don't have one. I do have a means of puncture, however.::

[He grins, holding up a knife-like claw.]