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The necromancer stares at her for a few seconds, trying to think of which idea he should mention first. He quickly decides that they're both equally objectionable, so it doesn't really matter which one he goes with. Might as well get Magtok out of the way first.

"Well, considering whose company we're currently in," he explains, carefully placing a hand on Moon's shoulder and giving her a nervous smile. "We could always get you some kind of robotic prosthetic?"