What do you think I'm going to do with it, exactly? It's not a real hand, and it's not like you can dissect a ghost. [Hange frowns, holding up the hand for inspection.] Poor thing.

[After a few moments of very liberal and dedicated 'blood' application, with the occasional muttering about how they wish they had something to simulate bone fragments or torn flesh, Hange turns dramatically and presents the result. Which would be much more gruesome and convincing if not for the fire-engine shade of red. Or maybe this is worse.]

Ta-dah! What do you think?