[Colin sighs, and nods to her.]

It's okay, I guess. You didn't know. I'm not exactly easy to read.

And thanks.

[He turns to face her completely, and he gives a frustrated wave of his hand off to his side.]

I just... I'm tired, you know? Me and Yukio keep everyone alive, and it feels like it's not good enough for some people.

I bring the cure to plague the Ura, and I feel like everyone would rather I never leave my workshop.

I patch Ahime up after she was at the epicenter of a gods damned dynamite explosion, and it's as though her first thought is what sort of diplomatic corpse-fuck I made in her absence.

I'm not a social butterfly, but I think I deserve a little more credit than THAT...