Hurm. Hurmity hurm. HURM.
...now I have a head full of questions about neuroplasticity and flatlines and jammers and the Bug.
I know we have Dr. Frost and Dr. Baylor and Dr. Reyes and Dr. Ramachandran. But we need a damned neurologist. Of oourse, then she'd just want to poke me in the brains. Maybe nevermind.
Harpy, we're sending you back to school. Don't worry: El Jefe and I will make sure the government pays.