Samson needed two hands to subdue the mummy's appendage. It did not seem to like him very much. He sighed. He wondered if there was a way to make the mummy hand dormant again, but maybe the magic in it was the reason it was so feisty.
"Right," he said as the hand jerked around in his grip. He tried to sound cavalier, charming, but there was teeth-clenched edge to it. "I don't know what it likes either. Nail polish? Come in, I'm going to put it back in its crate for now."
He walked back in, holding the hand out in front of him. He called out, over his back: "You seem pretty unfazed by all of this. You've got experience with mummy-wrangling?"