"It's fine." He waved her apology off and rubbed at his eyes a second before reopening them. Jet was naturally pale, but he didn't look sickly. In fact, he felt pretty good, considering. He gave her his own once-over, not bothering to hide the fact he was looking for if anything was wrong. He'd lived among enough stubborn people to not trust someone if they told him they were fine, it was better if he looked himself.

The mention of ice cream, however, makes him perk up a little. "Anything's better than brussel sprouts I dunno who voluntarily eats those things, powdered or otherwise; ice cream'll definitely be an improvement."

He turned back to the scrap piles he'd made and nudged one of them. "This is the junk I've found, some of it might be usable as weapons, other stuff...well, I'm sure we can come up with something for this junk."