Fujiko barely even noticed the hands now. They still didn't entirely understand the nature of Oichi's synthetic power, but as long as she was here Fujiko was sure she could deal with it.

When the knocking didn't stop, Fujiko looked to the side. Let's see...the alarm clock looks like a nice choice. She stroked Oichi's hair absentmindedly as she focused and teleported the alarm clock outside and a couple of feet above the person outside. When she heard a satisfying sound of someone going 'ouch' outside she smiled.

"Serves him right."