“My hands are suitable enough.  They are not surgical tools of course...  But I doubt precision is necessary.  If it is, I believe I have other equipment suited for more delicate operations.”  A scalpel like claw flicked from one of her fingertips before receding into it’s housing again.<br/><br/>“Excellent, I won’t have to deplete the slave population then.”<br/><br/>“I suspect that they are all waiting to make grand entrances.  It is another cliche thing film seems to have captured of true villains.”  She said flicking her gaze to the door.