[ A slight hesitation, and then a nod. He's still skittish, but the Doctor has managed to take another turn in the conversation without either bumping up against one of his (many, many) raw spots or triggering his violent allergy to feeling like someone's exerting control over him. So he's drawn out a little further, answering - ]
All the living Vorkosigans are, yeah. Not all Barrayarans, obviously. There are hundreds of millions of them.
[ That's uttered with nothing more hostile than the eye-rolling well, duh-ness of your average sullen teenager. ]
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All the living Vorkosigans are, yeah. Not all Barrayarans, obviously. There are hundreds of millions of them.
[ That's uttered with nothing more hostile than the eye-rolling well, duh-ness of your average sullen teenager. ]