All right, so keeping his brain in the present and not floating around the past made him come across a bit short. Nobody's masks are perfect.
He shook his head. "No, just tired." Oh, here, we can get out of the grumpy without being defensive. He flashed Pruce a smartass grin. "I'm an old man, I need my afternoon nap."
Then he pointed to the rupee still sitting on the counter. "And I spend that much because I hoard food," he said. "I've lived on the road almost a year, food hoarding's a survival skill out there. She doesn't have that skill. So yes, if she spent that much on mostly food, I have words for her." Pause. "Or words for you for overcharging for paper."