"Aww. That's real sweet of ya, hon," Zelos manages out through a chuckle. Still, the way Sheena says that actually makes Zelos uncomfortable, the constantly repeated idea that he's got a choice alien and perhaps a little terrifying. Besides, putting his faith on the two people who seemingly killed his mirror is... a little nerve-wrecking, at the very least.

He wants this conversation to end soon, so he twists and goes back to scavenging the kitchen, reaching up for one of the cabinets above him, and--bingo! There's the plates. "But anyway, the plan still stands, right?" he says, taking out a single plate for himself and setting it on the counter. Now where's the fucking cutlery. "I gotta send you home. Whatever anyone else wants, it's still second priority to your thing," he adds.

At least making himself appear busy distracts him enough from the fact that everything keeps happening so much and doesn't seem to be fucking stopping. It's fine.