"That narrows it down so much." Katchoo wasn't actually complaining about that; the tone of her voice was more concerned than anything, and any irritation was courtesy of the leg of her pants that was still turned inside out while she tried to pull them on. She finally (an embarrassing number of minutes later, complete with falling over twice and a week's worth of cursing) jammed her foot through . . . the knee, in the process, but there.

"Shoes," she muttered, dropping to all fours to peer under the bed for wherever the hell she'd kicked them. "Stupid shoes."

Clocky wheeled up and beeped shrilly.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you glorified circuitboard, geez!"