[ Merle's had plenty of time to get over the arm thing, and yet--

But no, he's happy to see Magnus too. ] Ahh, ya big lug. What're you talkin' about? 'M I late or something?

[ When Magnus sets Merle down, he scratches at his beard with his WOODEN ARM BECAUSE MAGNUS CHOPPED OFF HIS REAL ONE (see, still not over it) and hums thoughtfully. ]

Ahh, well... It oughta help something. Maybe not the chase buuuuuut... [ He points at some random pedestrian. ] I bet that guy's got secrets he's hiding!