The sudden magnetization of the room is quite unfortunate for Yuki, due to the fact that she has a brace of pistols strapped around her waist, and the fact that her left arm is completely made of metal.

With a loud metallic clang, her left arm completely detaches at the shoulder, and slams down to the ground, taking the sleeve of her uniform with it. At the same time, the holster of pistols is forcefully dragged down her legs, yanking her skirt down with it. A pair of lacy blue panties that match her uniform are revealed, and somewhere in the distance a wolf whistle can be heard. And then, most terribly of all, the Tesla coil explodes into flames.

The assassin stands in silence for a few seconds, her gaze slowly drifting down from her severed arm, to her lack of a skirt, and then to the blazing hunk of technology. "Hm," Yuki muses aloofly, her thoughtful expression illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. "Well this is certainly not one of my proudest moments." The robotic arm on the floor twitches a few times, for emphasis.