[He doesn't seem shocked or distraught once he gets a good look at her face and sees what a state she truly is in; just looks down at her with that unchanging kind, mildly concerned smile. Then again, he clearly could tell right from the start that she was crying.
She's beautiful, he notes with no particular interest. Beautiful in the way humans, he has learned, consider beautiful, even despite the crying. Sebastian finds a certain appeal in distorted, tear-streaked faces, but really only when he's the cause of such a state.]
Ah... indeed. [Turned down as her eyes are now, perhaps she doesn't see how his eyebrows crease in something like embarrassment, although it might be discernible in his voice even so.]
As of a few hours ago. Is it that obvious? [And when it seems like he's taken such care not to look like a lost little lamb, too: already changed out of the jumpsuit, appearing so calm and collected and not burning with questions and demands to be let out.]