And it's all so familiar; far too familiar, even if he doesn't know the cause. The Metaverse going away—he can think about that later. The prospect doesn't do this to him.

"Hey," he murmurs, drawing to a halt—quiet, conciliatory, every inch the listener his life has made him. "Do you want to sit down? Get a coffee, perhaps? I'm sure it's dreadful, but."

In other words, does he want to talk? And Goro will listen. "What's your codename, anyway?"