It had taken some adjusting, the whole, ten foot tall and blue thing. Grace and an unwilling Norm helped him find his rhythm.

He found a flow. Between giving Quaritch information about the Ometikaya, training with Neytiri, and keeping his logs up to date for Grace. He found that every waking moment of his days were filled. Not that he minded. Why have hobbies rolling around in a wheelchair when you can be a long legged alien running through the forest?