"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?" Ivar groans. But apparently she doesn't as the nuisance begins to rattle off a list of questions a mile long. He waits for her to run out of breath so that he can get a word in edgewise. And waits. And finally, Letha stop for the briefest moment. What a nosy, impudent little child.

"My legs don't work, and if you ask any other questions about them, I really will run your feet over," he snaps out, voice brittle with anger. "And I'm a Perimeter Guardsman, so I can act however the hell I want, because I'm what's keeping your idiot self safe from the monsters that want to eat you."