“No broken bones or—-well, if I could touch it, I might be able to do something about a perforated intestine, but I don't really want to test that, and nobody should want me to test that.” Sam was caught somewhere between 'careful consideration' and a pfff which could have lifted into a real laugh, but that lasted only until Breakdown transformed. Before he'd even finished the transition to root mode, the adept was standing open-mouthed and aghast.

“What are you doing?!” The words were out without being weighed, but not without a second, third, or fourth thought---no, those were clearly why, what if someone sees, and you indiscrete asshole. “This---this is not a great time or place for this. Breakdown. Really? Why.”