Joly nods, quiet, while the drill makes its noise. The ladder shakes with the smallest of vibrations. Easily controlled, but he can feel how it might be enough to tip a bucket over. He laughs at himself and tightens his grip; one accident for the night is enough.

"Has it been-- about the same, your memory? Nothing worse, no new gaps? No other symptoms?" He laughs apologetically."Sorry-- I have to ask, you know."