Verin waits for Essek to make his reappearance, then slips back inside with him. His brother is thoroughly flustered and Verin can forgive him for being short. Especially when he can see the cracks in Essek's veneer.

He goes into this not expecting much, but it's always impressive to see the Shadowhand throwing his weight around. The difference now is that Verin has rarely seen a moment when Essek could not move heaven and earth. The bots are cheerfully unhelpful beyond telling them that the items will be delivered when they are clean. Verin wants to know where they'll be delivered to, but he should be able to track down a few things if need be.

Verin, for his part, is quiet yet intimidating behind Essek's sharp annoyance. As they leave, he pushes his fingers through his damp hair to start braiding yet.

"We'll find out," he says, apparently unfazed. He doesn't like that his things are fuck knows where, but from what he can tell... the bots themselves aren't exactly sinister. He looks at Essek, the picture of defeated frustration, and moves closer to sling his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Are you all right?"