"I somehow doubt it's everything." Gwenaëlle hadn't said much about their trio into the Fade, really. Only that it had happened, that it had been idiotic.

For a span of seconds, he regards her there as if trying to either cut her from the room or paste her against some ill-fitting backdrop and isn't certain which. Then he turns, sets the unsheathed knife on a built in shelf within easy reach, and apparently opts to simply make do with whatever the fuck this is in favor of at least getting as far as tucking his shirt back in.

"Sit down." Stop prowling about the room.