[focusing on the arm thing is way easier. she doesn't often party with downers, and if she can sort of glide right past that one and move towards something funnier then all the better.]

Not my spare arm. I don't have any spare parts. Only one of me around here. [she pauses to consider how accurate that actually is, and looks out ahead of her for a very quick moment.] No, there's my sister. But it's not hers either. I think that's just an arm that you found. And I think that legally means you can keep it. Not like whoever it is is gonna be able to hurt you—I mean, they're 'armless.

[christ. she is a dad.]