Sigma can't prevent an embarrassed blush from forming on his cheeks. That all but confirmed that Phillip was dead at home, and Sigma's joke had been rather insensitive in light of that fact. At least Phillip seemed to be taking it in stride.

"Ah... I suppose that would be the case..." he mutters sheepishly. He's grateful for another question to answer. "Oh, yes. We are regular characters to these people. A handsome young man such as yourself is bound to have some immediate admirers..." Sigma smirks knowingly. "Who knows? You may get some valuable survival gifts out of it. Or, perhaps, you'll find your face plastered on the side of a cologne advertisement. Either way, prepare yourself for the attention." Sigma had always found the advertisements he'd been in as an overwhelming invasion of his privacy, and thought Phillip would want to be warned beforehand.