"Hah, yeah, I," he mutters, "don't believe I have anything of yours. All the better, honestly- I can't say I've been enjoying all this very much either."

Understatement of the century. Something resembling a mix of both anger and anxiety buzzes through his systems, though he's... managing. He's managing.

"Did you want something to drink?" he asks, accepting the tape from her, "Futaba-chan insisted we make vegetable juice from my garden, but I... well, you know by now."