[He stops himself a little bit short at her request, stumbling a bit as he hits the final stop and looking down at the scrap clasped in his hand. She's... kinda messed up about this, huh? Usually, his instinct would be to make a joke at this point, but he has no idea what to even make a joke about. Most of the punchlines seem to be her death, which isn't super great. So instead he just nods, leaning against the wall nearby.]

Uh, yeah, go ahead. Just let me know, I'm gonna, uh...

[He just kinda pulls out his phone, placing the wood piece in his pocket.]

Let me know if that's crowded, I guess? Fuck if I know how this works.