"Me? Oh yes, perfectly well," spills in a rush out of her. And indeed she does seem quite all right as she hurries to disengage the grip of prosthetic hand's grip on the pull cable. Certainly there is no indication of further damage other than the smashed cabinet. The only mystery is what caused the damage to begin with; it certainly can't have been the hammer in its swinging lever.

"No, no, everything is quite all right. As intended, truly!" Wysteria throws down the cable and kicks it away. It has the air of a child guiltily hiding pieces of a broken dish under the edge of a rug.

She pushes some flyaway bits of hair back behind one ear and then the other, determined to appear entirely unconcerned over the shattered detritus a few feet away. Puts on a rictus smile. Ha ha ha hello yes this is perfectly normal, and only afterward considers—

"Wait. Who are you, precisely?"