[ Truth be told the room, the entire situation, his worry was making him antsy. Snippy. Not as amiable as he was the previous weeks. But this was slowly reminding him that it wasn't a singular thing now. He had no room to complain. Others were having it hard as much as he was.

So he crouches down, reaching over to still Taro with a hand on his head. ]

Easy there. Just try to pay attention to something else. This room can go bugger itself to--

[ Temper. Reeling in his temper. Calm down, Knox. Can't let em get to you. ]

Tell you what. If Mister Spears was here, he'd prolly mention something about this whole tower being a bloody mockery of our job.