[Hange doesn't respond right away, taking the moment to gather the brewing cups and bring them through to the living area. It just feels like the type of conversation they should be having face to face, rather than yelling it across the apartment.]

If it works for you, I figure there's no harm in trying... it's not like my eye could get any blinder, right?

[Okay there are plenty of things that could go wrong, such as the eye turning into an awful black rocky mass that is painful or overgrows the socket, but we just aren't going to think about those right now!]

I want to wait until your hand stops sprouting though, or whatever you wish to call it.