He'd slept through the night, and he felt completely fuzzy. Something wasn't right; he'd never just slept through the whole night before. And then he was pulled up out of bed and given a change of very un-cute clothes to wear into town. He got time to think in the midst of arguing with the nurse and bargaining for something better to wear; it was fairly easy to argue with them automatically now.

He didn't trust the idea that they were just going to be let go into town. Something else had to be up.

Fortunately, Lyta was on the bus, and seemed to be not a few seats away from the Flame Alchemist and the mad bomber. Hopefully a little eavesdropping could make up for lost time.

If Lyta didn't ask for an excuse, he wasn't going to give one.

"Get anything interesting from our alchemist friend?" Maybe if she got some of his knowledge, they wouldn't even need his hands.