[At first, PM stares at the mechadendrite blankly, but a slow and human-friendly smile finds its way onto her face. It reminds her of a very tiny sentryworm, even if it's tipped with something that isn't a lovable, laser-spewing head.]
[Sort of weird to see such a thing attached to a person, but PM can overlook that. Honestly, it's somehow less strange than the guy who slept against the wall this morning.]