"Good morning, Greg!" Robin said. She glanced at him, then at her book; he was looking at it curiously, she thought. She wasn't sure that he was old enough to read -- a downside of her amnesia was that she had little enough familiarity with children, much less knowledge of when they learned to read -- but she still saw the starry-eyed look at Greg gave it.

"Did you want to look at the book?" she asked.

She was grateful that she had a novel down here, rather than the military treatise; that may have gone poorly.