He glances back over at her, catching movement out of the corner of his eye. Well, okay then, not quite done yet. He could work with that, okay, sure. Hands on pockets, strolling around, poking at this and that, mentally catalogueing things for later, and paying more attention to the piles until she gets started on them, at which point it obviously switches over mostly to her, involved in the set as she is.

'Yeah, they're pretty ill. This a normal practice sesh for you or did you just decide when you woke up this morning to eat all the Wheaties?'