It can't really be acting if it's your whole life, huh.

[he looks at his weapon before turning his attention back to Sage]

Are you moving through here all right? I've been trying to make it easier for people when I'm going through, but... [he looks around at the landscape of paper, the tidied areas and the other, still precarious, piles] It's probably just a drop in the bucket.

[even now, a few letters are still stubbornly sticking to his legs]