Hale: Funny you should ask. See this cybernetic arm? That's all thanks to that bit of heroics I performed in the war. Our ship was hit and a bulkhead exploded, and it would have been Max's life. I threw myself at him, pushed him out of the way, and took the brunt of the force. Lost my arm because of it.
He's always saying that it's a better arm than the one I had, but it's not my arm, you know?
On the other hand--or the one I still have, I guess--all I have to do to get my way with him is point to this phony arm.
Ever do anything you know is a bit manipulative, even if it's for the right reasons?