The corner of Numbers' mouth twitches upwards. "Yeah, I can do that. I had a pretty good teacher, myself."

He remembers the countless weeks and months he spend with Wrench, painstakingly practicing letters of the alphabet and scrawling down questions to confirm certain words and concepts. They were kids at the time--just on the cusp of entering middle school. Fumbling 'D' with 'F', accidentally signing "bitch" when he meant "talk"--and subsequently learning what the sign for "bitch" was.

"You left-handed or right-handed?"