"Well we wouldn't want to abandon you in a sea of solid shrimp..." He smirks, then notes Dave's expression and sighs. "It was a joke... never mind." His customary frown is slipping back into place, an expression born of worry and a serious nature, not anger. He limps a few paces away to lean against a sturdy old table, heaped with boxes of who-knows-what.

"The other me...?" He seems unable to finish the question, and shakes his head a little.

((She said to skip Balthazar for a round since he's out of the room.))