"Not really." She replied, "Just finicky, takes time and a certain amount of finesse." Another underwater sound came next, sounding more mournful than the last, and Lex reached up absently to pat at the lump, it was a reflexive movement, as was scritching up under the edge of the harness.

It was the sort of movement that came from someone handling a long-time pet, knowing sore spots and favorite scratching spots, an almost muscle-memory. She shifted her weight a little, one foot to the other, "So, uh, you had a chance to see the dinosaurs yet?" It was one of Bob's favorite exhibits, so she always made sure to do at least one walk-through before they left.