This isn't Emily's dorm room.
This is Milliways! Awesome.
"Hi, Bar," she says cheerfully. "Looks like I'm the first one in at the moment, huh?" she says, looking around at the otherwise-empty room.
Har har.
"Ah, I see. Any suggestions?"
Most of the things that would make any sense relative to your technological background and represent meaningful improvements would be too large, alive, or weaponized for me to sell. Finding other interesting options might be possible but would likely be time-consuming.
"Thank you anyway."
Not without knowing more about his medical properties.
"The one day I don't bring his entire medical file with me to the grocery store," says Ivan, snapping his fingers.
"Unpronounceable ones. She's a - engineer programmer neurologist musician polymath sort. Let's see -" He woggles his device, apparently scrolling through message records. "On Nonrecreational Applications for Dream Implants and Allied Technologies, I can pronounce that!"
"If you are a pediatrician," says Ivan with mock solemnity, "do not laugh at little boys who come in with dirt all over them and bumps on their heads and laugh at them when they explain that their escape tunnel to get away from Cetagandan invaders - I think it was Cetagandan invaders - collapsed on them because their cousin did inadequate surveying before ordering said tunnel dug."
"Wow. That reminds me of the time when I was seven when my best friend decided we ought to set her dad's hat on fire. I'll spare you the details, but it involved about a gallon of gasoline, an explosion, left a hole in the yard, and we didn't manage to kill the hat."
"I'm all right. Got to medical in fairly short order, th'bastard who did it got a nerve disruptor to the - hm, I don't actually know where he got it to, but somewhere appropriately central - other innocent and dubiously innocent parties to the matter are all also all right."
"Okay, well, this was back when nuclear weapons were a new thing, and the only reason the United States and Russia weren't at war was because no one trusted anyone else not to use them, so everyone was terrified that someone was going to start firing nuclear missiles and then everyone was going to start firing nuclear missiles. So, naturally, people started posturing about how good their nuclear missiles were and how they could totally hit the other guy with them so the other guy knew not to mess with them. And this is part of Earth Standard History, apparently, but in my world much of the really stupid stuff was because of the machinations of this one guy who wanted nuclear winter, and the grand finale was going to be at Cuba, but my father and his best friend who is also my best friend's father and a bunch of their other friends stopped him."
"It happens. And no awesome powers, fairy tales aside. It used to happen a lot on Barrayar. Less now, but out in the sticks a baby with a cleft palate or funny-looking ears is - is in trouble. They haven't necessarily come around to the idea that galactic medicine can fix the whatever, and before we had the galactic medicine it was all just infanticide. M'cousin has a teratogenic health problem - completely clean gene scan, nothing fiddled with that, but his mother was poisoned while he was a fetus and he looks like a mutant and gets shit for it. Most of the reason I'm so progressive by Barrayaran standards."
"Everything. I haven't seen her pick up anything heavier than her husband or anything, mind, she's normally a very intellectual sort, but to hear her jabber about the work she's doing on their kid-to-be and the compromises she's making to be sure he winds up half his da - apparently the idea of the haut, the whole bunch of genetically engineered people she's from, is, let me see if I can remember this straight - you're supposed to be able to drop half a dozen haut five-year-olds on a half-terraformed planet intending to leave them alone for thirty years only to find that after twenty-five they've all survived and invented space travel and came to see what was taking you so long?"
"I mean, I'm pretty sure that if you could get plasma eye beams - for that matter, if you could get magnet powers, although that's less of a stretch - from fiddling with genes, the haut or some wildly unethical experimenter on Jackson's Whole would have figured it by now and I would have had to sit through a training course on How The Barrayaran Military Expects Officers To Handle People With Plasma Eye Beams."
"Physical features it's the moon first, and second I guess the biodiversity - there are planets with native life but it tends to be inconvenient, fragile relative to terraforming, and not usually as well-developed as Earth's, and nobody puts all the kinds of beetles without missing any on a new place they're terraforming."