[William nods his head. He is often a creature of twitchy fingers and scribbles and notes and incessant network recordings, but whatever he's thinking about he seems to prefer to commit to memory, considering her in solemn silence. For a moment, he looks slightly outside of himself.] Useful, [he says.]

Do you know what the stabilized, post-recuperative changes are in the case of healed brain damage? [he asks.] Would we expect to see memory loss or personality changes, fun shit like that?