Whatever. Just don't die on my damned ship.

[Ever the polite, sociable one, this one.

But then he turns to shoot a sidelong look at Stein, a brow arching because people don't normally ask how he is doing.

This guy really is a weird one.]

...I'm fine. We keep busy so it's easy to avoid the shitshow. [A beat, before his own question slips out.] Why didn't you just go back to the monastery when this shit started?