Her wonder washes over Radar like sunlight emerging from behind a cloud. It makes him grin all over again, delight shared at the prospect of more life coming into the world. Just like when the 4077th helped one of the local women through a birth and the baby crying was the sweetest sound Radar thought he'd ever heard.

"I hope so," he says. "She likes me well enough already that I don't think she'll mind me being around. And as soon as you give her a couple carrots and scratch that itchy spot she can never get on her neck, she'll love you too."