That gets a grin from Balthier, because it does mean David is feeling a little better.

"I stand corrected. A rare feat. And I already have, my moon, enough that I needed. But I like that you asked. I'll split the remainder and make us both a little unhappy with my decision."

They step into the lobby and he ducks aside to focus. It's only a few more each, but while he's still bone tired, he doesn't feel quite so much like the air is pressing around him. "What floor?" he asks as they resume toward the elevator.