[Fifteen years or no, her own inability to have a normal conversation can still leave Signum floundering and blushing. Or at least astounded at herself.]

Er...what I mean is [at least she can keep up the pace with her feet]

From what you described, you're a combat cyborg, like...another of my friends. It takes a while to get to notice and learn the signs, but when we're this close (usually because she's trying to punch me in a sparring match), I can feel the metal under her skin, through temperature if not texture. I'm not noticing any of that with you.

It was just a...stray thought is all. I'm sorry.