All of the progress.

Ooh, other character. Whatchya got cookin'? Stewing? braining? Do heads heat up when one thinks a lot? 

Also, heh, Ruth. I am medical help! Let me through! See! See! Ma'am, ma'am, I can't, sorry, I'm nowhere near that nearsighted... *and then Nem goes and hides because her sense of humour is horribly bad*