Senti had just crouched down and severed the finger with her new knife as asked, as she looked up at him, her eyes boring into him, and she asked. "Did you just say something about other complications?"<br/><br/>She got up, holding her outstretched arm at him, the severed finger carefully held between her thumb and forefinger, a few drops of blood still dropping to the floor from the cut surface. Clearly she did not intend to carry this item all the way to the warehouse. " And could you maybe be a little bit more precise about the exact nature of these complications?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>