He'd dropped his apple and he'd dropped his jaw, and it didn't look like either one would be retrieved. 

[i]What in the Booble's name did he just experience?[/i] That...voice...was worse than the growls of the Groke, and that light was worse that the Lady of the Cold's glare--what on earth? Where had that great brute gone? And why were there new idiots standing in the old idiot's place? What? Come again?

When he finally stirred from his shock, the Joxter looked down at his half-eaten, discarded treat in dismay. How long had that sat on the floor, waiting for him? He picked the apple off the floor and rose, brushing it off on his coat as he trotted over to the new human with the strange arm, just to ask him about it.

"So, what's with the arm?" He asked, not really caring if he was being forward or rude. "And that eye, too. A little bit excessive for a regular looking fellow."