Bonesaw- Chitin

“It’s fine, but give me advance warning next time.  If you can,” she told him.  She felt her way, reminding herself, with the tip of the scalpel whisking against metal, metal-

Chitin?  When had she-

Right.

She’d forgotten that one.  She would have been notified when the skin started bubbling and turning orange.  L-ascorbic acid would build up in the next couple of months.

- Ward, Last 20.e4