"Okay," he told her, and it was mostly true. He had a tendency to compare one day to the next, rather than on some grand scale of good or bad. And today was okay. He'd been able to get some sleep, the network was calm so it was likely neither Higgs nor the people he'd brought with him hadn't done anything else terrible, and he got to have hot chocolate before breakfast.
"Itchy," he did complain a little bit as he picked up the sweet drink, holding it in both hands between sips.