"I'm fine," you grumble, gingerly shifting your weight around. "And anyway how is it going to go, is Bel going to push me? Are you? I can't go around getting pushed like a cullbait wiggler in front of everyone in this godforsaken hivecluster, I'd rather chew my other leg off. Do they have a fourwheel device that electrocutes anyone who tries to push you?" There's a noise from the bathroom, and by the time Bel pokes his fussy, shiny head out the door, you're standing up very straight and even, glaring at him and Jethro both.