The movements are fluid and perfect, precise. No movement wasted, no block less than perfect. You manage to jot down a large number of notes that will likely help in the construction of your arm.
Unforutanetly you can't find her Pokemon. She seems to have them tucked away somewhere safe.
You proceed to make breakfast. As you make a few omletes, Stacy walks into the room, still naked.
"Wow, normally if they stick around I get stuck doing this," she says, walking over. "You're just full of suprises, aren't you?"