"Pleasedon'tconcernyourselfwithmeit'sfine."

[She manages not to shout, but that doesn't keep her words from running together. A little panic slips into her voice, as she stares at her arms. That flash of red scales lingers in her mind, along with the blaring thought that they don't belong on her skin.

Her arms also feel sensitive to the touch, and she tries to yank herself free from the grip.]