Just my hands. Like two useless paperweights at the end of my arms right now. My arms work fine.

[Yeah. It's weird.

His pun, under other circumstances, would make her laugh. But right now, she can't do much better than a strangled scoff, mixed with what sounds worryingly like a sob. She really doesn't want to cry.]

Okay, good. [Her voice trembles as she speaks.] I would like that.