Dalton let out a hum as the agent spoke, making it clear he was listening even as the arm held most of his attention. She'd pulled the shirt off, revealing the full length of the arm. It looked fully mechanical, but not like anything human made he'd ever seen. It could not be mistaken for a prosthetic, he thought, with how it moulded into her flesh, but perhaps someone might mistake her for a dedicated SFX artist. To hear it had the effect of... randomly scrambling things? Another curious element, but knowing it was a curse, he knew it might be magic he couldn't explain or label.
As she offered her hand to him, Dalton took it, resting the back of her hand on his palm as he gently gripped her hand and gently manipulated the limb. The faux muscles and tendons moved, an uncanny display of anatomy in action, but far from human. He felt fascinated by it, already wondering what manner of ritual enchantment might get a similar result. A lot of research and high-quality materials, along with time and exacting work, perhaps something close to it could be achieved.
He shared none of this with the woman, too aware of her hesitant movement. Even in his pursuit of knowledge, he knew something about what to say and what not to say, and revealing designs on replicating her curse would likely not be well received, not unless he knew her better. A surgeon knew anatomy, and to see a wholesale replacement of a limb got a medical mind thinking about how it could be used in other ways. He set the thoughts firmly aside, looking up at the agent's face.
“How often does it scramble things around you? A couple times a week? More?”
As she offered her hand to him, Dalton took it, resting the back of her hand on his palm as he gently gripped her hand and gently manipulated the limb. The faux muscles and tendons moved, an uncanny display of anatomy in action, but far from human. He felt fascinated by it, already wondering what manner of ritual enchantment might get a similar result. A lot of research and high-quality materials, along with time and exacting work, perhaps something close to it could be achieved.
He shared none of this with the woman, too aware of her hesitant movement. Even in his pursuit of knowledge, he knew something about what to say and what not to say, and revealing designs on replicating her curse would likely not be well received, not unless he knew her better. A surgeon knew anatomy, and to see a wholesale replacement of a limb got a medical mind thinking about how it could be used in other ways. He set the thoughts firmly aside, looking up at the agent's face.
“How often does it scramble things around you? A couple times a week? More?”