[That sounds familiar, minus the hair moving on its own. Sheesh.]

Ah...Well, I suppose that rules me out then. [She winces, irritated by the logic of it all and the acknowledgement of her limitations.]

Speaking of, I suppose we should figure out what you turn into, right? If you'd like. [Or he can rest for a little while longer, whatever.] If you turn into a weapon I'll have to actually learn how to properly fight, I suppose.

[It's sort of a joke.]