[ If it's distraction Carlisle needs, the canister won't provide much. It's not terribly interesting, labeled with its contents - "HAIRSPRAY - MAX HOLD" - and the letter "Q" in a different font, but that's all the branding he bothered with. It's not like this stuff is for sale, after all.

Qubit's fine with the close quarters, too, not batting an eye at Carlisle handling his stuff. He continues cleaning up as they're talking, bending once or twice to put things under the counter. ]

I don't know about "all." You ask it to hold your weight, for one. You can walk on it normally enough. [ He stays crouched by the open cabinet for a second, pointing generally at the applicable foot. ] And you can still move the ankle independently, right?