Tyler thought about correcting her, but shrugged. Sick, frightened, it was all the same and it wasn't like he was about to get overly PC about his diagnosis. Especially not with the dissociated bit walking around the island calling himself Rusty.

"Not much," he admitted. "Just trying to think of what to do with you, since I promised no detention and I know you aren't sorry." It was good his chair swiveled, as that gave him something to do while he made a decision. "First, what are you doing Thursday? And second, I don't think I've ever sparred with an experiment gone wrong."