Well, that's a point. There are much worse kinds of roles in stories. She's met a few, maybe was a few. No, thanks.

Verity hovers nearby, a hand out for him if he needs it but not pressing. He'll learn, she has no doubt. It's likely not his first time feeling weightless. "I'm sure. He does love his 'bots... but not in the way that might have cheered him up, and I'm not sure if that's a pity or not."

That's the question, isn't it? She thinks for a minute before offering, "I'll make dinner for you and Kate?"