She was more dexterous than most of the egg heads he knew, so that was a point in his favour as far as he was concerned. He played with the other blades for a lack of anything else to do while she examined the one he had tossed her. They were strong enough to get a single job done, but beyond that, he had little doubt that they would last.

"Apparently," he replied airily. "I've had some hand bones pop out when I was clapping too hard." It had been a little more than that, but the idea was about the same. So far smashing his limbs together didn't often produce results. "Thankfully for everyone else, my hair is too short to make proper garrotte."

He shrugged his shoulders. "So far, no. If I practice too much, I can get tired and hungry, but both of those things are relatively easy to find. What's the word, doc? Am I gonna die?"