It would have been nice... if the suits hadn't been destroyed, and the imperfect prototype in a previously inaccessible location for several decades. But hey, she's not complaining now. It's not like she'd have been able to make much use of it if she couldn't even control her own energy.

The corner of her lip tugs into a tiny smile at Firo's excitement. "That's nothing until you see this."

She holds out her right hand, the stumps curled towards her palm so her two remaining digits can form the shape of a mock-gun. Her thumb presses downward six times, each one completed with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! for effect. And each time, the tip of her index finger lights up. The neon veins wrapping around her digit to let out a six-inch spark of flame from her bone to her skin.

Afterwards, she bends her elbow, a surprised look on her face.

"Shit. Can't believe that worked."