"I'm always ready, more or less. If anybody wants some candy or gum or anything, let me know, I'm always willing to share." He nodded his head as he spoke. He sniffs a bit, perhaps just some allergies, since it is spring, but the reasoning he sniffed was because he was sure he had caught the scent of pickled plums. Some times the noise came first; some times it was the scent. His hallucinations were always powerful, something he could sense with every single one of his senses. But was it going to happen now? He hoped not. No, no, it wouldn't. It had to be something else. Maybe their's pickled plums in the fridge, or something... yeah. That has to be it.<br/><br/>After that initial cracking and falling away of his facade, he worked to slide it back in place. It took him a few moments, but he's not really doing anything odd; it's all just psychological. Their's a slightly distant look to his eyes showing he's distracted, but that could be caused by a great number of things.<br/><br/>...Could he trust Kari? She wouldn't have access to his file, wouldn't be the RA, if she wasn't mature, capable, and trustworthy, right? But she knows his secret. That's worrying to him, but like with many things, their's no real give away that he's worried. He's worked diligently to become good at showing people what he wants them to see, rather than what is actually there. He's almost always just got this very care free, happy go lucky sort of expression, and way of carrying himself.<br/><br/>It was all a lie.<br/><br/>