"If you insist," Fred replied stoically. Inwardly he cursed. If the other man had agreed at least he'd be able to have access to a legitimate scientific endeavor with which to focus his attention. The students'lab Dolemeck spoke of was laughable in comparison to the true facilities this institute had. Curing the other man's spin could have engendered enough good will to finally gain access. Perhaps hope was not entirely lost. While not his intention when he mentioned it, he was being entirely truthful regarding his capability, Fred wasn't blind to the fact that the possibility of walking again was now in Dolemeck's head. In a building full of powerful telepaths, honest facts would go much further than guile, deception, and implied words. Perhaps he only had to wait.