"It'th going," Sollux shrugged as he took the beer, twisting the cap off and taking a swallow as he eyed the scratches then mentally shrugged them off. Hazard of the job, of course. He handed over the bag of pasta then glanced toward the window. He counted himself fairly lucky that days here seemed to run the same length that those at home did, meaning his schedule wouldn't be thrown off that badly if he were to stay here a while. He yawned and rubbed a hand over his eyes under his glasses, shaking his head some. "Learned about another building thquishy happening on the eatht coatht. Outer godth are getting antthy."