[He exhales quietly when it works, letting his shoulders fall by measures and lets the arm with his staff drop.]

Uh, yeah, fuck some uncaring whatever, Taako rules. But uh... you give me a little time to look at it, might be able to come up with somethin'. Y'know, to contain it or whatever.

[Not like he can put her hand in a box or back into another artifact, but... hey! Who knows. Also, this doesn't mean he likes her, shhh, shhh, you see nothing.]

You ever thought about just like, cutting off your hand or dying or something? Or do you come back, uh, with it still? Guessin' you picked that up back wherever you're from.