[ He knows that look. That's the, "sorry, but no dice" look, and it's one that he's seen in varying degrees of apology and hostility throughout this morning. Visibly crestfallen, Lavi sighs, letting his shoulders drop temporarily in defeat. ]

Yeah, you're my fifth.

[ He offers a half-smile, and though he's being slightly dramatic to sell the point, he's not lying--trying to gather supplies to treat people that most of the city, hell, most of the galaxy don't even consider human is a trying task. ]

Not a lot of places want to help out tunnel rats, you know?

[ But that's depressing, and he's already said more than he meant to. Face brightening up on cue, Lavi covers with a laugh and straightens up his posture, resuming the cheery behavior as if nothing ever happened. ]

It would be great if you could check. Even just a little bit could go a long way to help.