"He usually is," said Anton, regarding her with a furrow in his brow. "Talkative, that is; though less so, worried, and you have seen in what manner his concern registers." He nodded at the tablet and then paused to regard it. There was something in particular which Anton had experienced throughout his lifetime, not quite an illness but certainly a condition, and which Larrikin had always been intent on 'fixing'. "... Ah. Would this, perhaps, be related to certain intimate capabilities?"