[All of those things are noted and filed away in a subsection of the mental cabinet he's earned -- up to the last. He'll notice it, the most minute of grimaces passing over her face, that seeming almost completely like himself but not manages to disturb her even more than the rest. It's sort of funny, honestly. Wasn't that what she did to everyone else? Almost totally human, but not quite enough.

But she pastes over it with a neutral expression and puts a few inches of less intimate space between them. Concentrate. Give it solid form. Humerus, ulna, radius, carpals, metacarpals, proximals, intermediates, distals one, two, three, four, five all on the right, then from the inside out. Repeat on the left --

Some scientific law or another dictates she can't snap his neck, because she doesn't have the strength to do it. All she could possibly do is crush his larynx or strangle him normally, but neither of those are good enough. So she'll just snap that law holding her back along with his neck. Causality represent.

In other words, it's totally likely that he'll catch a whiff of that magic as it happens, but she'll be grabbing him a second time, in the same place, with renewed vigour. See, she's a good kid.]

I'm afraid that I'm not interested in any other things at the moment. I lied. In return for telling you such a dreadful lie, Kumagawa, I shall certainly save you soon.