action;
"Warmth," was the most immediate answer she could provide him with. "Hums and ticks. Also... tension. A sort of tightness that isn't so much uncomfortable as it is noticeable."
She pulled back the sleeve on one arm, exposing the area where the augmented parts of her hand that still contained the assimilation tubules met her flesh. The skin was discolored, green and black, metal disappearing beneath it, flesh pulled taught over parts of it.
"There is pain, sometimes, when implants malfunction -- disorientation."