"Look, if you're going to do what— Aaaah!" And just like that, the stoic mask was dropped. She had her eyes closed and had huffed as she spoke. She hadn’t seen Handy as he casually strolled up, grabbed her wing, and pulled the broken wood out of her flesh, quickly stifling the blood flow with towels as he put pressure on the area of her wing, while at the same time trying to prevent her from snapping it shut, a not inconsiderable task. One did not go about life with nearly nine feet of wing strapped to your body without it becoming very strong.