[ He tilts his head ever so slightly as he looks at Sam with an odd expression, not as blank as the neutral one he wears, because it's not often anyone asks him how he's doing, it's often the other way around. So he doesn't answer, wouldn't know what words would describe how he feels, and he glances to the entrance of the establishment. ]

We need to move this along, I can't spare much time. [ His voice is tighter than usual, gruffer, and makes towards the door with slow footfalls. He won't leave until this is put right, though, and he thinks that they both know it. ] I think we are both aware that this isn't going to be easy.