[The fidgeting is noted, but there's nothing Connor can do but to reassure him of how he's finally planted himself firmly on this table, here. He shifts his weight a little, keeping balance, and... sitting. Sitting is good, a time to recover finally settling in the air between them.]

Your world and mine might not be exactly the same where history is concerned.

[The question is met with a shake of his head, LED still flickering erratically, but at least it's dipped far away from becoming red, thanks to Firo's assistance and the protection from the Storm this station provides.]

No. Thank you, however, for assisting me. I'm in your debt. I just need time to self-diagnose and to recover.