"Solid plan, I approve," says Bella. She peers at her question list; it's dwindling and he said he'd stay overnight. "...Hey, um, is there any lingering damage from most of you getting blasted like twelve times? You sound fine, but you're being all deck-of-cards shaped, so I don't really know how to tell. I don't even know if I'd be able to tell if you were being dude-shaped, maybe you don't have automatic body language or anything."