"Ghanima's trainin' me, the kinda skills I might never use again, considerin' Tseng hasn't called me with a job yet anyhow." He sighed, seeking out particularly fascinating drifty things in the sky above. "I'm not puttin' myself to use, is all. In a place like this, I dunno if the kinda uses I got are the kinda uses they need. So... I dunno. Maybe I'm gettin' rusty. Even with the training. Different kinda rust. I gotta get out. Do somethin' that means somethin'. Fix shit or beat on things or--" He looked at her, frowning. "Damn. I'm not doin' a great job comin' up with happy date conversation or whatever. You can, uh, smack me. If this is just me bein' an idiot. Or whatever."