As Mike took in the reactions to his words he couldn’t help but think something had been lost in translation. He was pretty good with English, but there was still the occasional awkward slip up. Mike was sitting as his second breakfast, still hadn’t made any headway on getting his gear organized, and was still just recovering from the shock of Katy’s replacement by Rachel. The two women seemed very different. It wasn’t as if any of them were like the replaceable parts of a machine.<br/><br/>Mike still had a ton he wanted to do today after getting organized, and now he was sure that he’d be helping everyone else get organized too. As a result, he begged to be excused from the breakfast table. “I’ll be up in room if any of you need any help. I’m happy to give. Besides, I’m sure you two will like watching me and Sean rearrange the furniture, ja?”<br/><br/>Mike gave Sean a comradely expression, and then knocked on the table as he left. He laughed at himself as he walked up the stairs. “You’re such an old man.”