"Robotic?" A confused expression crossed the older girl's face at the term. "It is mechanical, if that is what you mean. A metal prosthetic called automail."

She lifted her arm a little, curling and uncurling her fingers. It moved as fluidly as a real arm... and Ran Fan was thankful for that, actually. In the forest, during the fight with Gluttony, something had happened to it... it was good to see the problem seemed to have sorted itself out.