He stares at the cup in Tidus's hand for a long moment before lifting his hand to accept it, with a, "Thank you," and the thinned line of his lips a nod to his lack of being impressed with present circumstances. Not that room temperature water itself bothered him. The rest of the situation did.

"I'd want more if I was trying to gather information on an incident. Even on Night Hunts we talk to more than a handful and a half of people."

He sips at the water, shifting to have his back to the nearest wall, looking at all of them in various stages of occupation or conversation. The energy isn't great, and not in any way more felt than usual in groups of people around each other; no one's celebrating, no one's outright depressed.

He blinks, and reaches into his robes to pull out papers. A whole stack of them that he'd shoved in after being handed them and heading for the door leading in here.

"I got forms?"

He looks down at them, then offers Tidus the chance to look at them.

"I'm fairly sure those two do not want to hear more complaints from me." Their as of yet not existing committee may change its mind once it has one.