“Umm...” Dune thought aloud, doffing her shirt completely and shaking it out so she could drape it across the table. She looked at him, brows furrowed. “It's possible that's how the magic interpolates the effect, but uh... It also messes with things like locks. Mechanical clocks, watches... just like- things with moving parts, y'know?”
She flexed the arm before stretching it out, offering her hand palm up to Dalton. The gold marked her palm, glinting against the gunmetal, the plates and fibers moving smoothly together to imitate flesh and blood. There was a little hesitation in the movement, the motion uncharacteristically timid. It came from both a sense of unfamiliarity with a full range of motion and from watching Dalton's reaction.
She flexed the arm before stretching it out, offering her hand palm up to Dalton. The gold marked her palm, glinting against the gunmetal, the plates and fibers moving smoothly together to imitate flesh and blood. There was a little hesitation in the movement, the motion uncharacteristically timid. It came from both a sense of unfamiliarity with a full range of motion and from watching Dalton's reaction.