Oh, poor baby's shoes might get dirty?

... The bird did fuck a lot though, there's.. more than I left behind. And I've also gotta help get the Lounge goin' again.

[But the idle mirth in his face slipped away, leaving him a little more seriously drawn and giving Roman a glimpse into his worry.]

I'm gonna do what I can between sittin' with Flint in the dorms. He's not in the best spot, comin' back. Deathtollin' for one. Lost an eye for another.