Klavier paused, running his fingers through his hair. "This Herr Scott of yours... I hope this isn't too much to say, but it seemed prudent to ask where he was and how much longer this is going to take. I'm not going anywhere, so there's no pressure or anything, but... I, ah..." For a moment, he appeared to be someplace else, someplace very much in his head, but that disappears almost immediately; the next second his hands are on his hips and he manages to look simultaneously matter-of-fact and slightly contrite, albeit in a somewhat insincere manager.

"Frankly, I'm bored."