Her head tilted side to side as if weighing the options. "Well, muscles are probably still a bit atrophied, but that could be easily remedied. You'd probably stumble a bit depending on how long it's been but yes. You would be completely functional for around, say six hours? Then you'd need another patch before feeling went and motor control would die off within minutes."
Her smile was slow and she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Oh no please, a lecture. Personally I find this whole perfection thing nauseating. It's those differences that make us unique. So let's see what suits while you prattle on. Of course no safe word will make this interesting." Narrowing her eyes she laid hands on his knees and stared until she could picture what she wanted and ribs started to move, bend inward, conform and skin melt over them into formed rivulets.