[ As he steps closer, it's easy to see that instead of a dead, milky white eye, his is actually quite healthy. Maybe too healthy, actually, for the color is unnatural and distinctly not his.
But it moves and follows Setsuna's movements, in expert sync with his natural one. ] They're not working you too hard, are they?
[ Motioning to the nearest robot. ] Oy, give him a break, will you? It's cold out.
[ They seem... perplexed by the orders, but seem to back off a short distance. Neil brings the thermos up and shakes it. ] I figured you could use some warming up.