[ It's not tentacles that Kirigiri's fingers graze against. Instead it's a cool, almost-smooth, solid surface. Curved, forming a long cylinder. When it curls around her finger, it does so around joints instead of wrapping around it like a ribbon. Knuckles. It's a finger, or at least plates of something in the shape of one. ]

He's decided to look weird. He has a hand. Just a hand, right now. The rest of him is tentacles.

[ It's a weird sort of aside, but it's not like she can see what's happening. It's probably important to let her know what the invisible hand is. ]

Through. But I'm impressed. It took me a while to figure it out, and I was- you know. There, mostly. The doctors came to the conclusion that I'd been impaled on a piece of wreckage.

[ To be honest, the striking thing about saying that is that it doesn't hurt. If anything it's just- nice would be an uncomfortable way to describe it. It's like watching a professional athlete perform, seeing how quick she is to figure these things out. Watching someone at the peak of their discipline work.

Which in turn means, of course- ]

You didn't try to figure it out, did you?