Izzy looked to Cerasus when he interrupted her mid sigh at not having a definite answer. But such an answer would have to do. She raised her eyebrows at Riley’s response, realizing as he reached into his duffel bag what the man had come for. She had not expected Theurge to deliver his end of the deal [i]that[/i] quickly.
	Not knowing what shape to expect a detached limb to look like after so long, Izzy turned her head slightly as if to look away, but a morbid curiosity kept her from completing the action. She gaped when Riley pulled the arm from his bag, its form in the same condition as if it had never been removed, looking more like a professional prop from a horror movie than an actual arm that had been severed for a week.
	Izzy shifted her weight awkwardly as Riley handed the arm to Cerasus.
	“Should I, uh,” she gestured to the door with a thumb and angled herself toward it.