She beams back at him. "I got quite a lot done. I needed the distraction. Stay here, let me get it." She gently extricates herself from his embrace, careful to keep her robe from coming undone.

The arm is on its stand on her work bench, and when she picks it up, he can see it clearly. The upper and lower arm seem to be complete. The hand itself remains a bare metallic skeleton. She brings it and the same small pendant he'd seen before back to where he's seated on the couch.

She settles beside him, the arm resting over her knees. "Want to give it a little test drive?"