Gnyaaaah. Wait, was she supposed to be thinking something coherent? Brain. Ears. How could she not see it? Maybe it was just invisible.

"Good. That's--" Oh hey, there were her fingers. She'd lost track of those. Kind of a shame because that meant she couldn't quite remember the trip from Katchoo's waist and up her side and wow um um um um um um wow um. (Normal people call that a breast, Francine. A ways smaller than yours, but it should still be recognizable, especially considering the lily.) "Warm." That... wasn't the word she'd been going to say.