"I can see that it’s getting you down," Netherton said, picking up the bowl and sipping. "I’ll be of any help I can, but now, perhaps, we should—" At which point he saw Lev looking at something behind him. He put down the bowl and turned, discovering all six bot-girls, now sequin-draped over identical outfits. "Certainly," he said, turning back to Lev, "assuming you’re ready."