James set his tray down on his own desk, pushing some papers awkwardly aside and lowering his face into it like a starving dog. Sarah opened her own with more difficulty, practicing with the implants to tear the plastic. It still felt weird every time the metal grippers extended from her leg, and the flesh was tender there. Apparently she wasn’t supposed to lift more than three kilos for a month at least—the time it would take for her legs to heal.