"As well as one can be in such a place," he admitted albeit cheerfully. Sure, he didn't feel is best and had a rash and had been through an awful lot over the past few weeks, but he was still there, alive and breathing and capable of having conversations with others. What was there to complain about when he had that?

He was thankful that Renamon seemed to share the same sentiment about complaints. She was right, it could have been worse. And it sounded as though she was covering far more ground than himself at night, so she was getting to be productive as well. He would have liked to get so far himself, if only he could manage as much. "That must be quite the trip every night if you're coming here. Do you use one of the buses? I wasn't aware that you knew how to drive, Renamon-san!"

Watching the driver from time to time had made Brook curious how just turning the wheel moved the metal contraption, but he hadn't thought to learn the specifics. That would have distracted the driver and probably have caused them to crash!