"Sure," Tannusen turned his phone back so he could see what he was doing, and sent all the information he'd found -- and images -- to the old phone. Good 'ol bluetooth!

"There you go," the tiger pocketed his phone and, yes, because he'd said he would, he laid his arm and hand out where the hologram could get a better look. That was definitely a tentacle-shaped burn, going up his arm. And his palm had lost its skin entirely, the edges of the gaping wound crispy and black.

"My hand and arm's the least of our worries, once I get some Glamour back in me I can heal... at least most of it."