[ He gives his thanks, as is proper. Doesn't twitch in his seat, comfortable enough, but if with a slight lean forward and bowed head in the time before Miss Makima takes her seat. Still, the remorseful air doesn't completely leave him, even present in the edges of his tone as he replies: ]

Yeah. I've, uh, known him since he arrived, when he made the post looking for a roommate. He told me he met you. [ An uplift in his tone for the mention. ] I knew about his explosions pretty early on...we were trying to work on them and getting him feeling better about his powers. He can do cool thing, just--it's never 'cause he wants to. And then when things like this happen...

[ ...it's going to set him back. He falls quiet than finish the line, a sorrow tone in the words. He could continue with any prompting, or might with enough silence from Miss Makima.

But his eyes on are on the drink he hasn't yet picked up, using it as a place to fix his gaze. ]