[When she gets back, he's sitting crosslegged with his hands up to his nose. He hasn't gotten his clothes either, so it's alright. It's for losers, or people who have their lives together. The tissue taken gratefully before he starts to speak up, a little more nasally than usual.]

The, uh. The quadrant fuckery ithn't what'sth freaking me out, jutht for the record. I mean, it'sth weird ath fuck, but at leatht you have thomeone, or thomething.