When she came in, he was sitting on the small cot, simply staring at the work benches, his gray robes having bled out slightly to a dirty white. It wasn't until she repeated the question that he jerked slightly, his robes darkening a bit, before he shook his head. A quick flash of multiple emotions across his face, and his robes were back to the usual storm gray, before he shrugged. "No, not really. I am wasting time, arguing with myself, and White decided he wanted a turn in control. Which is a nice change, usually he is at the back of my mind, doing nothing. Anyhoo, what brings you here?"<br/><br/>He seemed to be forcing himself to be his usual self, but once he stopped focusing on his robes, they started to slowly bleed out again back to the off-white they had been before.