She hears the noise, though it takes a moment to connect that to pain to the metal fingers digging into his back. This was going to take practice. Maybe she should learn to write with her left hand... She relaxes the right hand a bit, so hopefully she won't be hurting him, and presses her face into the nape of his neck.

"Not your fault. I was stupid and went out alone, they did this almost as soon as I'd got there, after they tried to pry the exo off." She shivers a little, grateful for his warmth.

The new arm doesn't get warm like the rest of her body.

"I think they thought if they took my tattoo, my powers would go away." Which indicates that they did not. To be honest, it's a little bit of a surprise to Aña, too - she honestly had thought the magic tattoo was the source of everything.