"I can imagine," he says, politely sympathetic but also finding that he could in fact imagine it, or near enough. There was only so much space, even--especially, as it appeared--in the vastness of space itself. "I only wish I had a better grounding in the specifics of what the Locksmiths can do, else I'd offer to teach you. Or at least find some way of adapting it to what you can do already."

Darlington picks up his mug again, half-surprised to find it empty. "Speaking of what you can do, though...should we head out to the house? I'm parked around the corner."