Luna shakes her head. "Not yet. Just wait a moment." It's an ugly sight, wires exposed and the white liquid underneath her artificial tissue smudged around the edges like blood, and later on the liquid's flow will need to be stopped. But it's still not the worst that could happen. "We don't have much to wrap it in, and even if we did it won't be safe until we're sure the sparking has stopped. Wrapping it in anything might just cause another fire." And of course, more fire is one of the last things they need right now.

The sparks are dying down, luckily for Firo. Luna hasn't been built for sturdiness, but her lower-level processes are still capable of recognizing the fact that the arm isn't really responding anymore and react accordingly. She moves to angle her arm away from him again anyway, just to be safe, and tries not to grimace. The pain she feels is different in a way she can't quite describe from what she felt in the less mechanical body the Capitol had made for her, but either way it feels unpleasant.