Re: Third class, dining area
He gave a genuine laugh, a rare sound for him, something so rare he was surprised to hear it. "Things are always strange around me, so I understand. I could tell you stories that would make you feel normal." He heard a tale recently that was probably more interesting than he treated it at the time, but it didn't have any portals. He had more questions about the portals and how she made them, and at the same time it seemed the wrong thing to do. She was obviously used to being studied and it made her feel feared, so his kindness would have to win over his curiosity.
He almost laughed again because of all times for brute strength not to help him, of course it would be right now. He managed to suppress it because she wouldn't understand. "There's always at least one thing that doesn't go the way you expected. Sorry to stain your perfect puzzle record." He was sad to see the portal go, but she was back on the blocks, and he truly did wish to get rid of them if he could. Pessimism was not a new look. She must be infecting him with her optimism, and it didn't necessarily bother him.
It didn't hurt ... it was ... well there was no exact word for what that was. "I have no idea," he sounded a little dizzied, as if his body was trying to decide how to react to what she just did. The Rubik's man was not afraid of much, there was a small list, and this was up on there. Not because of her, but because of him. How it could go wrong, and it might hurt her. On the other hand ... if she solved it, that might end this mess and he could find a drink. Herbal tea. "I really wish I could've seen what that looked like. All right, keep going. Let's see where this leads." If it got too dangerous he'd stop her.