Radar opens his mouth to ask what genies have to do with any of it, reconsiders, and closes his mouth. He listens both to what Vickie's saying and what she isn't; lets the same stormclouds that he hears in post-op, and from Mulcahy sometimes, doppler across his ears. Silently, he nods.

No fixing it, he thinks, but that doesn't mean no helping it. If someone loses a leg, that doesn't mean you give up altogether on trying to make things easier for them.

"Well," he says, "Nibbles, my rabbit, he chewed out of his hutch again and I gotta keep him away from Bao unless we want a whole bunch of baby rabbits runnin' around the house. You wanna help me fix that instead? There's tools in the barn."