"I, uh, I'm Anna. Sorry. Just panicking a bit, I guess." She blinked rapidly and experimentally scratched at her other arm's skin. It peeled back with a bit of force, and revealed the same material. "You have a knife or something that I can use?"
"I guess, yeah... Shit, it doesn't even hurt." She grasped the loose skin and pulled. It ripped and revealed a whole arm of the same material, wires and diodes. But underneath was also a small spray can, hidden where bone should be. It was marked with "Spray-Skin." She relived it and experimentally tried it, a fasmiscle of flesh covering her arm.
"I... I... In my bag... I have an emergency medical kit. In my bag. For emergencies." She groped for it in the evening dim, and fumbled it open, retrieving the small white box and tossing it to the Quitting Champ. "Just.. handle it." She next grabbed her phone, gripping it a bit too tight and leaving finger imprints in the sides. "Hello? 911? Yeah... I was just attacked, there's a guy... he got hurt, I'm not sure what happened..." She tried to stand up, and disconnected the call, hoping an ambulance would arrive in time for her to try to process having a meal hand.
Anna's ears were ringing a little, and she tuned the humor out almost entirely. Her hand shook, and droplets of blood hit the floor. "Do I need a- are you ____ing blind? I just made a hole in his stomach with my bare hands!" She screamed and punched the ground, making a hole. When she looked at her hand, it was not redder than before, but her skin was cut open, and underneath was--
Anna's breathing was having trouble working right. Her hand was soaked in blood, and she was crouched by the street sign, trying not to hyperventilate. "What just happened? What the flying ---- just happened? And while questions are being asked, spandex? Really?"