She lifted one of her forelegs—at a thought, the end of the armor unfolded like a flower, revealing the claws a few members of her team had started wearing on a daily basis, though the articulation was better. She twisted around suddenly, reaching back to the long rifle attached there. It swung free as it had so many times before, and her other hand caught it. The sensation wasn’t quite what she remembered—though she could vaguely feel the phantom fingers, she could also distinctly sense the padding wrapped around all four of her hooves. She could feel her wings against her back, and the brace against her spine.