Yeah, it... it spread. [she says that last word with the feeling of wide-eyed terror behind it, but her face doesn't change.] It hasn't gone anywhere else. It stopped at my shoulder, but I can't, like, bend my arm, not even with my other arm. It... I don't know.

[dammit, she's all flustered now; why did he have to put that thought into her head? well, because he's a medical professional and if something really is this serious then she deserves to know about it. he's just doing his job.]

It feels like it's made of stone or something. [she manages a weak laugh after swallowing.] I knew the Medusa finger puppets were a bad idea.