[Damn; he mentally kicks himself for having assumed she was definitely speaking about someone in the enclosure. He won't get his hopes up from the way she's talking but it certainly can't hurt to be watchful.]

Franky-sama. ...Got it.

[A strange name, but hey. Could be worse.]

I'll keep an eye out for him anyway. Anything else you can tell me about him? Hair colour? Visible scars...?

[A metal arm could mean something far more complex or far simpler than his own, he's aware. And perhaps this guy wouldn't exactly stick out like a sore thumb. For all he knew, there could be quite a few others here with metal prostheses, too.]