[Note to self: teach Break to carry his notes. Meanwhile, his eyes lock on the feather disappearing into Chrysos' breast pocket. He feels a brand new wave of panic.]

Apologies accepted!

[He lunges forward and grabs the front of Chrysos jacket.]

This, sir. This is awfully dirty. Can't you see the penguin blood? Completely unsanitary, I tell you. Allow me to wash it. Undress immediately, please.