"Yeah."

Tappity tap tap thwack - she sort of has a rhythm going at this point.

Yeah I think that's a pretty nice thing to be.

"What about if you could be an orc outside of angband? Or a human like me? Or an orc with three arms and skin that burns people who touch it and can scream really really loud? Or oooh, a dragon!"

As Bonesaw asks she gets out her bone saw (giggle) and climbs up onto the operating table to start sawing at the last bits of bone connecting the sternum to the rest of the skeleton.

I think being an orc outside Angband is sometimes nice but not as often? I dunno what it's like to be you.

"Hmmm... Probably it'd take a while to show you. I could make some sort of empathy drug but I think that'd be boring... oh but if I used it on a whole bunch of people and then one of them got hurt and they all copied each other then maybe -"

Bonesaw will chatter for a few minutes about ideas for projects and her past work if not interrupted, not really focused on anything about Beka except for how she's sawing at Beka while doing it. The sawing isn't really painful perse, unless one particularly objects to the sensation of their bones being sawed clean through.

It's not her favorite but she can mostly focus on listening to Bonesaw monologueing.

Eventually she puts the saw down, though it takes her a minute or two to stop talking about her ideas for elf neurochemistry projects.

"- Oh uh, sorry, I was rambling. Did you have anything to say?" asks Bonesaw, all polite as she takes the patient's now detached sternum and puts it on the table next to her.

Am I gonna get that back later?

"Oh yeah, I guess? Unless you want something better."

Better how?

" I dunno, I have something that could grow spines out of the front and I could probably hook it up right? Or maybe I could make it so you can open up your chest and put stuff inside for safe keeping, and also have teeth there, that'd be neat I think."

I guess a pocket could be cool if it didn't make it too hard to talk or sing.

"Oh you sing?? I could make a neat pocket for you that would let you keep doing that, though I'm going to take a look around inside first to take some measurements to compare with the ones I took of some elves and orcs yesterdaty."

Bonesaw has a tub of murky grey liquid to help with this, apparently.

Also I'm probably gonna hit up my tattoo guy after this and he likes consistent lines to work with, like they don't have to be straight or smooth but it's best if they're all about the same as each other.

"Well I hope he does something pretty with it... could I go with something spirally you think, so long as it's regular?"

I think that could look cool, yeah.

"Neato!" 

And now it's time for organ exploring! Bonesaw can fit her whole arm into her friend's chest cavity apparently and is taking full advantage. Sometimes she picks something out of the tub that looks a bit like an organ and plops it into her chest, and sometimes Bonesaw removes an organ from the chest and plops into the tub. Occasionally, she makes a measurement after doing this and writes it down in her notes.

Beka is brainstorming about spiral tats.

Bonesaw comments on some of the organs as she goes - "Oh wow this is so satisfying to squish! See?" she asks, putting the organ into one of Beka's hands. 

Squish. "Huh," she exhales. What is it?

"It's uh - " Bonesaw gestures to indicate a concept that really only holds together inside her head "- wait give me a second I'll get the name...." She licks it to see if that helps her remember.

 "Ooh, ah! The Thymus Gland!" she announces, using the English term, beaming with pride.

I didn't even know I had that!

"It's really cool how people can find surprises in their own bodies that way!"

Beka can hold onto it for a bit if she wants while Bonesaw gets back to work, but eventually Bonesaw will need it so it can be returned to roughly where it came from.

She yields it without complaint.

"Okay I'm going to put in some muscles for the pocket bit now and it'd help me make sure it didn't squish your lungs or anything if um you could sing while I do it?" asks Bonesaw very nicely, as if she's requesting an extra dessert before bedtime.