He's starting to feel like he should stop talking at this point. He's gotten too used to just being able to run at the mouth about this stuff and now it's catching up with him. He watches her prodding at the doors under the guise of finding the right one.

"Oh yeah, I've met career shit-starters too. Not saying it applies to you but sometimes there's shit that precipitates that. You ok?" He's sidled up to her side as he says it, the gearboy raised to try and charge whatever might be in the broken stall. Maybe it'll just be something small and explainable. He really hopes that's the case. He doesn't want to have to bother Todd for his sigil codex... "Oh, uh, sometimes when they appear it's super awful so you might wanna not look. Unless you're cool with Cronenberg-style gore effects."