[It's true, it's true... Usually he's fairly good with rolling with the punches and adjusting to whatever shit is thrown his way, but it's more the loss of his crew that he's slowly adjusting to. Being without them feels like he's wandering around with one arm tied painfully behind his back.

Orga gives a huff of a laugh.] On a plate, in front of me. Check those two boxes and I'll eat it. Hell. It doesn't even have to be on a plate...

[He's not picky. Of course, eating had become perfunctory back home, something he got out of the way so he could return to work. This opinion could stand to change here.] How about you?

[It is a fair point. He gives it to him.]

True. Seems to be working out that way right now.

[He certainly feels as though he can trust Julius at any rate.]