What happened to him? What's he talking about? Mark worries vaguely that it might have something to do with the rather gray and deflated look that the Duronas' weight-loss drugs had given him - all right, he'll admit it, he looks like shit - but that doesn't count as something happening to him, dammit. And it sure as hell isn't anything to talk about when stacked up next to Miles' shattered synthetic. Shit, how the hell is Miles even walking? And what the hell is the point of that cast, anyway? It's not like the plastic is going to knit itself together...

"Hell no," Mark responds, shaking his head. "You are not changing the topic. How did your leg get broken?" He grits his teeth and shakes his head. "Synthetic bone is supposed to withstand a damned elephant stepping on it. What happened?"