He glances down as Darcy sits, with a bewilderment that only grows as she... apologizes in sympathy. It's not... inappropriate at all, and he probably should have expected something like this, but somehow he hadn't. Not for something so small. Or at least it felt small to him.

"Like a kidney stone," he jokes as he sits down besides. A weak offering in the old tradition of the 4077th.

"Well... what about you? Are you alright?"