( She understands. It's not an easy thing to swallow. Buffy should know. )
No, I lost my arm in a fight, which was when I figured out that something was off. The cloud of sparks kind of gave that away, I guess. Turns out, Andrew took it upon himself to do a switch-a-roo type deal on my actual body to "keep it safe." He put my mind into this robot me. ( Realizing that she's rambling and not breathing, Buffy takes a deep breath. ) So, yeah.