Bull-headed enough that he couldn’t treat her as a full human being, a full person, after the accident. Bull-headed enough that he couldn’t understand her objection to being ordered around and infantilized.
Signe stood at the far end of the hall, watching, not with any particular kindness, but with sympathy. More than likely, she had heard everything, and Kim guessed that someone who had gone through eons in the body of a short teenager had probably endured her share of belittlement.
She sniffed hard and dug her knuckles into her stinging eyes, and when her vision cleared again, Signe was standing in front of her, well inside her personal space.
“Exactly how,” the girl asked, “do you have the best chances of figuring all this out?”
Kim took an involuntary step back, all the hurt startl
