"My memory is perfect. Well. When it's not being wiped, anyway. But I will keep a list," they promise. They accept the band and slide it onto their own flesh wrist. It expands into what looks like three or four plates from the metal arm, with gems intact. "Okay." They shake their wrist a little, then frown at it. "How hard is it to pull the wrong thing?" Since Titus apparently just did.

And also, you know, how did he actually do that. There has to be more than just knowing it's there, or else things would fall out every time you thought about them.