Far be it for him to tell her how to cope, not unless she became a patient and even then...he had been around for a long time, after all. Could spot a coping mechanism a mile away. Not that he minded, really. Instead, he nodded. Lingering against the wall as he waited for the microwave.
"Huh. What sub species is he?" It was a casual question, one that had drifting over, absently gesturing questioningly if he could sit. "You have lunch yet? Theres a few extra, just in case." He added, nodding toward the fridge.