[ milly looks down at her arm, curling her fingers -- fingers that look totally normal, unless you're looking very, very hard. she presses her lips together, not quite frowning. ]

It's like I said. I was in an accent when I was a little kid. I was seven. My father's a cyberneticist. Kind of a big one. [ the "net worth in more digits than a phone number" kind of big. ] He's head of Mintaka Industries...not that the name would mean anything to you.

[ she flexes her fingers again. ]

There were these robotic aliens in LA -- Cybertronians. There're a bunch of them on the ship, you'd have to be blind to miss them. Anyway, they transform, just like my hand. My dad worked with some of them and got a bunch of new research data out of it, so...voila. Transforming gun hand. Oh, and he overhauled my whole fuel system based on their physiology. Bye-bye power cells, hello energon. Pretty neat, huh?

[ it would have been neater if he told her he was going to do any of this before he did it. ]