What is with everyone coming in like this and starting to talk around him? He knows they're making some kind of sound, just like the Pidove outside of his window that morning, but just like the Pokémon, most of what he can hear is ringing because his brain has difficulty processing anything his ears pick up and it's just a bit annoying.

"Talk to me later," he says after drinking a generous portion of that coffee, though it might come out as a mumble. "I need to undergo sensor calibration before being able to interact."