[Her head jerks and rolls to her other shoulder so she can look down at the lower half of her body. She hums thoughtfully]

That would work, I can reattach the foot at camp, probably. Do you have something to cut my foot off with? Or I suppose you could just rip the stitches and threads out themselves. [She grins sheepishly.] I'd do it myself, but...

[Her one hand is currently holding the thread she has remaining taut to keep it from loosening too much and undoing her work when she moves. And her other arm is still dragging itself over to her body--it'd take too long for it to undo the stitching itself.]