She slipped into the chair with a quiet thanks, calmly detaching her forearm and laying it on the table nearby. With her one good hand, she carefully probed inside the crack, examining the problem.

"Whatever cracked my arm seems to have damaged the wiring inside...."

Chachamaru pulled away, hand instinctively touching the now-empty area where her forearm usually would be. Since a portion of her ran on magic as well, there was the possibility that the machinery had had difficulties managing without the magic there.

Her other arm was operating perfectly though, which ruled out that thought.