She picked her way in across strewn clothing, weapons, equipment, disconnected chargers, rations wrappers, and stared around, wrinkling her nose in dismay. “You know,” she said at last, “if you’re not going to pick this mess up yourself you ought to at least choose a new batman.” Miles stared around too. “It never occurred to me,” he said humbly. “I used to imagine I was a very neat person. Everything just put itself away, or so I thought. You wouldn’t mind?”
