[It's enough to earn a deadpan stare.] Not that it matters what you think, but I was already planning to walk away.

[He turns to do just that now, in fact -- Plena is suddenly right in his face, a firm expression on the fuzzball's face.] Don't you have questions you wanted answered?

[He practically bristles... but guess the stupid thing has a point. Maybe. He has half a mind to swat the fuzzball out of the way, anyway. But... siiiigh.] ...How long have you been here?