Artemis felt a slight twinge of discomfort as his attempt to slouch out of Badou's accursed hair-ruffling attack failed. Back braces did that, apparently--made it impossible to bend one's back.

"I will," Artemis promised, scowling again. If he had to comb out giant knots, he would blame Badou. "As much as I'm able, at least. Post-op patients don't tend to have the stomach for much food, but I'll do my best."