[And he's just tiredly messing around with his communicator.]
Miracles huh... I guess you got what you wanted, so that's not so bad.
... [And he looks down, realizing he's turned the thing on. Oh well, it's been awhile anyway. Have a pause while he collects some tired thoughts.]
Tch. If you're heading to the bar, watch out for this tricky fog... sometimes monsters show up around here, and those abandoned buildings ain't real safe. Don't get killed over a fuckin' drink.
... And I don't know who the hell left old food lyin' around out here, but I don't wanna hear about that shit again. We've got a working generator and a fridge for a reason.
... [A yawn catches him before more cranky words find their way out.]
That's... it, I guess. Except, uh... anyone else been hearing... never mind.
[Chalking it up to lack of sleep.]
[Shinjiro's leaning up against one of the shelves in the store-room, gun-like evoker in hand. He stares at it listlessly.]
Over a week and I still just can't... I think I'm done with this. Don't see that I've even got a reason to anymore.