There was no point in being upset. He just had to get on with things, even if they were unbearably shit things to have to deal with. The chair was clunky and didn't look like it moved as good as his own chair, but it was what he had to work with, so he just got on with getting used to it. "Dunno, maybe his office?" he offered, distracted by getting to grips with a chair that was not-his. "Send him a message and see what he says?"