[ Aaron, just passing through, stops as he hears the ball screaming. He looks up as the ball sails past him - close enough to make his hair ruffle - and into the wall, popping. He looks to the woman who threw the ball. ]

Ah, well, maybe. I think the train should get us more durable toys if they're picking up people with an arm like yours.

[ He approaches the ruined ball and holds his hand over the ruined ball. They emit a rosy golden glow, and the ball mends itself back together. He picks it up with a small smile. ]

No harm done, though. I won't tell anyone if you don't. [ He gives her a wink. ]