The suggestion, though appreciated, is perhaps less than ideal. I've never been host to more than two mutations at a time. Whilst it may behoove me to better explore my limitiations, I do not believe the middle of an intercontinental flight whilst bleeding gently from the chest and shoulders is an ideal setting.

Ah, well. One wonders if it would be any more painful than had been making out with the commanding officer in question -- ah, no, wait, that was Jen.