Oh, York still trains. He can't let himself get soft in a war environment, though it's refreshing to meet someone from the other side who isn't just blindly charging into gunfire with a sword, like most of this fight has been. He doesn't believe the Cetagandan claims that they're all barbarians -- hell, he's considered defecting to get away from the colonialist bullshit -- but the Barrayarans aren't making a good impression either.

York shrugs. He could make up some badass story, but he doesn't see the point. "It was a training accident. I got hit with a grenade."