The tiniest flicker of a frown crosses his brow, but then disappears.

'Dunno.'

He's looking around the room again. She really knows how to pick her words sometimes, and while he's doing his best to get past all this, it's not that easy. He hates that tiny things - things that he'd normally think nothing of - strike home.

No matter. The tea, and breakfast, turns up. He's glad of the distraction.