"Fine." It's a normal spoken word this time, but Silver Tongue does what she was asked to do and commands the floating knife, directing its point into the crook of Murmur's elbow. It sinks in and slices cleanly down to halfway down his arm. She nudges her hand and the knife complies, pulling the skin aside to reveal flesh and bone. It's disgusting, but it proves Murmur's point. She's satisfied that he's not a roboclone.

"What about her?"