Oh just my magic went crazy and one of my golems tried to kill me and Robby, and a few other things.

[You know, nothing big. She is a lot more dismissive of it than she sounds just a second ago.]

You don't have to worry about the hand though, really. I should be able to...

[She's been focusing on the hand, focusing as much as she can while talking. It's a conscious yet subconscious act, moving your limbs, and she's become used to her prosthetic reacting in the same way. This time it doesn't do more than twitch the sticky, fingers a bit before it goes completely limp.]

Well, shit. So much for that.