"Good luck?" Hypatia repeats, looking back down at the hand curiously. Her poor little drunk brain, inundated with light and music and movement (still dancing), is trying to catch up to all these ideas that are being thrown out at her.

"I shouldn't keeping it, that seems illegal! Retaining human... remains...?" She's thinking too much. Suddenly, she lights up. "Oh!!! Let's! Go in the hallway for a minute! I can throw it there!"