[He gets restless while she's gone. While this was the first place he went to when he arrived, he feels more inclined to read up on his surroundings just to pass the time. He brings a few reading materials back to his seat and waits.

Once she returns, he doesn't see much on her. He figured his old self would have a lot of stuff. When the box appears, he leans forward to inspect it. But he won't open it yet. Not here.]

Hopefully. [Tries to catch her gaze.] Hey, uh-- Thanks. And I'm-- sorry. That it ended up like this. I really don't think it's your fault.