[ Alberto gets the hint, but doesn't take it. He'll exchange names when he's good and ready. It's not so important to him. He's far more interested in what she's saying. And what she's saying has an impact far more than anything else she's tried with him. He's not exactly scared of the consequences of stealing or even necessarily Learning His Lesson, but finding commonalities with her in any capacity is... strangely stirring? The mention of rule-breaking — one of his many expertises — and that she made a false leg for herself, in particular, kind of make a "click" in his mind. His guilty discerning, compassionate look on his face shifts a bit, though, as his eyes light up when she asks if he wants to touch it. He doesn't smile, but he can't quite hide an eagerness and wild curiosity inside him. He's a kid. Even with all his acting practice, his masking has limits. He faces her fully, leaning forward at the invitation without hesitation. ]

You made yourself a leg...? Seriously?

[ As offered, he reaches out to touch it, albeit with kid gloves, but he goes to move her knee again as she'd done. He's examining her gauze and gum and all its mechanics more closely, and it's clear as day all over his face how he's amazed and impressed, no way an act for pity on her. ]

How'd you make it? Out of just a bunch of human stuff?

[ An odd way to phrase this, um? A first hint for her something's even more odd about this boy than meets the eye. ]

But it's metal— how'd you make it, uh— [ He glances to her other webbed foot. ] ...foot-shaped?