"Awkward how?" Julian frowns, the supercharged wheels in his mind already turning. Perhaps some sort of superconductive material could draw the heat away and negate it...it was something to think about at least, he could bring the idea up to one of the engineers at some point.

"More often if your hands are encased in metal. It doesn't really breathe, you know. And a dermal regenerator may be able to at least help with any pain--hands are sensitive things, with quite a lot of nerve endings."

Julian might not know when to lay off, but he's not going to shy away from the conversation.

"As for my name, it's Julian Bashir."