Ohhh no. He's not loving that tone, or that look he's getting.

A skeptical, almost-fear rises to his face - something tentative, nervous about which way this is going to go, but he's trying to withhold any gut feelings about which way this is going.

"Er... yes?" He starts, brows furrowing with worry. "I mean, I can only hope that it failed, but I-I wasn't there to see it, no. I was told, during the deal, that I wasn't pulling out of a coma, but not the, ah... state of the world, or anything along those lines. I'm not even sure if we succeeded. I hope so, but granted our latest bout of luck..."

He's eyeing her warily, and his uncertainty only grows with every passing moment.

"Don't mince words with me, Daisy, what--- what happened? What brought you here?"