Yeah? S'weird. Employing monsters. Maybe the Galbadians [Yeah, he's seen that memory. Existed in Seifer's brain for a while too. He knows.] didn't want anyone talking, so they couldn't trust humans.

[He's tired, yes. Woefully so. While his body could heal something that other peoples' just couldn't without intervention- it's not like it doesn't take a toll. So yeah. He's tired. But it's okay. It's not like he's got to work, or do anything but sit in this place, trying to make the best of it.

The best of it, of course, is right here. Especially at the way Seifer seems to be delighted with that discovery. It's... nice, actually. The fact that he doesn't have to work his fingers to the bone to actually feel satisfied with something. He watches the screen a little more, spying one enemy with a large looking spike on its back.]

Maybe. If you jump on that guy, looks like you're gonna regret it. Try it. If it doesn't work, you get another go. 'Cause you're trying something out.

[Ettiquette. Yep. Not a lack of focus because of tiredness, nope. He stifles a small yawn, moving his cheek, lightly, against the (cheap) floof of the bodysuit.

...Yes, this is comfortable.]