Ash raised his right hand to study again, flexing his finger. "Well, I guess I can't argue. I have my hand back." When the hottie raised an eyebrow he added, "Lost it thirty years ago. Cut it off with a chainsaw."
Hottie clearly had no idea what to say. Finally she settled for, "By accident?"
"Nope," Ash said. "Did it deliberately. It was possessed. Had to cut it off to keep from getting myself completely possessed."
Hottie had straightened up again, the towel forgotten. Her Poker face was back, which Ash was pretty sure meant she was wondering if he was crazy and dangerous.
"Listen, I know how it sounds. God knows I've seen your reaction from lots of people over the years. So just listen to the whole story before you jump to conclusions."
"Okay," Hottie said, clearly just to humor the potential lunatic.
Good enough. "It all started when Linda--my girlfriend at the time--and I arrived at a little cabin...."