Guy strained getting up from the floor. "I can't promise any of you that I won't be disgruntled. I can't help it, I'm hungry, and tired and my thought mechanics are all shot up to hell! But I promise to be helpful and. . ." He shudder at the thought, ". . .Niiiiiicer." he said with great effort.<br/><br/>When he finally stood up straight he began to wobble a bit; clinging onto the wall of the bathroom stall for some support. He waited a little bit before everyone was headed out the door before talking to Paige.<br/><br/>"Listen don't worry about it. I never took you disdain for guys as anything personal. But I have to ask, you're not. . . ya know. . . uh-" He kind of tired to avoid the question darting his eyes around the room. He look down at the ground, bashfully, and with an expression filled with shame. "You know what I'll just ask you later." And limped over to rejoin the group.