"If you have any ideas on how to actually defend against a spatiotemportal anomaly when we're the size of dolls, let's hear them." Dustin only casts half a glance over at his counterpart when he holds up his arm. Clearly he hadn't been fast enough. It's an uncharitable thought, particularly about himself, but it's something to consider for the future... and for now. Limp says slow. He'll need to stay out of the way when Dustin sets off the electricity.

The ribbon starts to come free, and Dustin hauls it over toward the nearest electrical outlet so that he can snake it into one of the holes for the socket. He pauses momentarily when the ribbon catches and he had to pull harder. "No physical form would mean there's probably fuck all we can do to it, anyway. Unless..." He's suddenly eying his counterpart's prosthetic. "What else can your arm do? It's not just an arm." Please tell him he wasn't dull enough in whatever reality this other him came from not to make himself multifunctional.