Kimblee doesn't flinch when she reaches out to touch the array; he keeps an eye on what she's doing, of course, but he isn't any more wary than he normally is. Her touch is soft, and her words seem to please him a good amount.

"They don't, no. It troubled me a good amount at first - alchemy has been my primary defense for quite some time, to say nothing of the fact that things like that are closely tied to your sense of self; it's a rather deeply-woven part of an alchemist's life, and it's incredibly difficult to even consider giving it up voluntarily, much less having it taken from you.

It doesn't bother me quite as much now, however; adapt and overcome."