Napier looked good now that he was deeper into middle age—somewhat 
more imposing. He'd been working on his bearing. Hackworth had been temporarily 
impressed when Napier's image had first materialized on the mediatron, then he 
remembered his own image in the mirror. Once he'd gotten himself cleaned up and 
trimmed his beard, which he'd decided to keep, he realized that he had a new 
bearing of his own. Even if he was desperately confused about how he got 
it.