Well, damn, he was already uncrumpling it to have a look. He catches a few random pieces -- a recognizable braid, an unrecognizable but somehow familiar mechanical joint -- before he lowers the paper from his gaze, crumpling the edges further.

"Sorry." At least he's willing to own up to peeping. "I didn't realize you were throwing something deeply personal onto the floor. Don't worry, I only saw a bit of Jinx." And Max's knee, but he's only seen those once, before he went mad.