Fortunately, Samata loved bragging about her arm. She’d made it herself, after all. “What? This old thing?” she said, with mock modesty. She transferred her drink to her flesh and blood hand so she could hold the Mk 2 up for Ippo to inspect. “It’s just a mechanical prosthetic connected directly to my nervous system and powered by the ambient magical energy in the environment so it will run forever without recharging as long as it doesn’t get damaged. No big deal.”

It was a very big deal to her.