At the request of water, Tidus leads Jingyi over to the simple sink that homes the microwave beside it, homing plastic drinking beakers for cups, and the taps themselves containing - what Jingyi will find - room temperature water.

"Best you're going to get," he says as he offers the drink, but an open ear to Jingyi's already voiced complaints.

"About..." Uh. Tidus's brow scrunches close as he thinks. "A couple? There were ten people I showed up. Now there's..."

He waves a hand. "Well, I'm not really counting, but you'd think there'd be more people getting brought over if this is being treated a big deal, right? The room's too small for it, but wouldn't you want, say... half of us?"

At least?