Tony snapped somewhat angrily, "Hey, that's my sister you're talking to, miss. Just because she's handicapped doesn't mean..." he trailed off as Mary gently put an arm on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"It's alright. Sorry, Tony is just upset since in our culture, some people consider it a little rude to openly address somebody's disability like that. But I'm sure no harm was meant, and I get asked that question a lot anyway, even if people usually beat around the bush a bit first." She looked down briefly and put her hands on her knees. "I was in a particularly bad car crash when I was young, since then it's been extremely painful for me to walk more than a short distance. So I get around in a wheelchair now." she smiled faintly, "It's not so bad, really. I get to sit and relax while Tony pushes me around, just don't ask me to go running or dancing or anything like that."<br/><br/>Mary was telling the truth, for the most part. She had gotten used to her disability, but she had to admit that it was a pain to get around in a small town where handicap accessibility was not high on the architect's priorities. The pain itself wasn't too bad, she had mostly forgotten about the dull ache she had while sitting, and she could even grin and bear it long enough to walk if needed. However, she still dreamed occasionally of being able to walk again, and she would never admit how frustrating being unable to walk was.