He smiles, gathering some things, giving her an injection. She could still feel her arms, but could no longer move them.
"You may wish to look away for this." He began skillfully skinning her forearms, soon replacing the skin with white chitin plates, which formed to her skin, becoming like armored gloves, her fingers sharp claws. "Any request for the color my dear? Or shall I leave them Chameleon, linked to your emotions?"