He didn't notice. In the rush of sensation, the over stimulation that came with abruptly moving at real-time, it was lost.

He did notice the shudder, however, and he frowned although he had the distinct impression that it ended up being more like a pout. Her lips were thicker, felt different. Her features were more delicate, and less imposing. It was irritating. He longed for his own body, his own gestures and expressions. He felt suddenly inarticulate without them, as if half of his language skills had been lost. In all likelihood, they had. He couldn't recall French or German, or Italian, or Transian, or Roma, or any of the languages he knew he knew. Spanish was, however, very readily supplied.

"Well?" He said finally, peering over to see her where she was looking at the machine. "Does it look broken?"