Once they changed Bing Shi's old wan to a new one, Ziek ignited the engine and steered them back toward the base.
"Can you lend me your knife, please?" Bing Shi inquired politely.
"..." Ziek mentally withdrew a tactical knife from his sheath and offered it to her.
"Thank you," Bing Shi grasped the hovering blade, pushing her sleeve up in the process. She attempted to scrape the surface of the blue barrier enveloping her wrist.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Experimenting with my body," Bing Shi giggled merrily, "How do you control your power so precisely?"
Ziek reclaimed the knife; watching Bing Shi giggle while slicing her wrist was rather bizarre. "It's like having a third hand. Just instinct, I guess."
"You are so strange," Bing Shi took out her shoe and placed it far away. The barrier from the shoe faded and enveloped her sock, prompting her to remove her sock and put it on her shoe.
