"Not sure there gets to be a 'better'," Barrow admits drily, the calmness of his expression belying the intensity with which he has to tamp down the anxiety of his failure.
He's never been one to delve too deeply into his own feelings, so instead of lingering on them and risking a meltdown, he redirects: "one of our Researchers-- 'nother rifter, actually-- made herself a prosthetic. Could look into that, if it suits you."