Harmony is glad that she will be able to watch, at least as long as she can and if it doesn't make her sick or make her want to scream in terror. As her neck is unlocked she can't help but look at her captors lovely face and wonderful hands, she wonders why she would want anything to replace them. However it isn't her place to question things so she simply raises her neck when she can and looks at her left wrist.<br/><br/>Just before the needle goes in with a drug to numb the pain, she says, "Thank you, for a cold hearted woman you're being awfully kind about this. Though I can't say this is going to be fun for me, I'm glad that you're not just going to mutilate me for no reason or just to hear me scream."<br/><br/>With that the needle goes in and she gasps a bit, she never was good with needles and she has to wonder how she'll deal with watching herself get cut up and handed out as parts. As she feels the drug kick in she gives Emily a thumbs up, the other girl seems not to have accepted the cruel hand fate dealt them as easily as her self so she trying to be encouraging. The gesture fades soon enough though as her hand goes numb and Ruxandra moves it to a neutral position so the operation can begin.<br/><br/>The knife bites skin not long after that and Harmony gasps and almost looks away before calming herself and watching the knife gracefully separate flesh with its thin sharp blade. The humming and grace with which the surgeon works, along with the feeling and not feeling aspect of the local anesthetic makes it feel all surreal, like a dream. Then comes the deeper cuts that remove tendons, those feel very strange and make her arm twitch slightly at the wrong feeling of it all. The pop when the hand comes of is by far the worst, the drugs can't fully numb that pain and her body rebels a bit at seeing a hand come off. She jerks and cries out slightly as the hand comes off.<br/><br/>Once again she breathes deeply and calms herself before saying, "I'm sorry, you have no idea how that feels. Or maybe you do, I really don't know..."<br/><br/>Shes rambling a bit so she stops herself and watches as the other hand is lined up and careful nerves and blood vessels are reconnected with artful skill. This feels far less odd, the hand never having been her's to begin with. Yet watching it get sewn on is still a delight, if this wasn't forced on her she'd almost be giddy with how well it seems to be going.<br/><br/>When that is all done her host, yes that's how she's thinking of her, explains that the hand might not take and if it doesn't she'll be without, Harmony nods and says, "If it doesn't take, and I'm good, would you try and find me a new one? It might seem sick, but I'm actually interested in all of this. I'd like to stay, as a guest, at least while I still have enough limbs to move. I promise I won't try to run if you don't keep me locked away."