"I'm not far from 777. But then, I suppose we never are, are we? No escape for the wicked, as they say." He flashes an absent little smile at nobody in particular, almost a shadow of his past self, music and all.

"It's not the one with meringue, is it? That was supposed to be a 2015 limited edition." Don't mind him, other Ren. "No, there's really no problem. I'll explain later, as much as I can. If I can."

Again, he turns something of a glare on the Ren in the gutter.