Right - cryo. Frozen, and presumably shipped around, thawed, then frozen again. Soldat had briefly made mention of being in a state like this early on when he'd asked, and Rosinante had forgotten the details; plus, they really are details, now, in more depth than before.

He does actually understand frozen storage. But that's the sort of thing that should take an entire building to achieve, that couldn't easily be moved, and repeated freezing and thawing sounds insanely dangerous. That it exists doesn't surprise him by now, since so many of the worlds people are from here are so advanced, but it's hard to picture ever talking about it so casually. And this, of course, explains also why Soldat refers to themself as a tool. There was simply no life outside acting as the weapon, and was then hung up on the shelf, so to speak, when the job was over.

So that's a depressing sort of life. Hardly counts as life at all, really. "Well," he says with a sigh, "Obviously that isn't the case here, where you have plenty of time. Do what you want with it. There's lots of time to learn how."