[ yeah, confirmed as incorrigible. but for a guy who makes so much noise and fuss, he does go along with nonsense from a stranger, still bringing over breakfast. meanwhile, nehan's busy rifling through the cabinets, with the hot water hissing out in a gentle whistle from the kettle. it's almost domestic, if not for what he says, deliberately oversharing in the most casual affect possible. ]

I got shot. It's just like that now. Nothing to do with anything here.

[ he doesn't sound fussed; his crutch will turn up somewhere within the shuffle of rooms. in the meantime, he takes out a tin of tea leaves and sniffs it delicately. ]

Anyway, thanks. But can you do anything without complaining first?