Dammit, he wasn't any good at quick adaptation. ...Though he supposed it depended on what he was adapting to. He'd adapted to the medium fairly well, hadn't he? But this wasn't anything like that. At least there he'd had some hand in getting involved with the whole thing, as badly as that had gone. Here he hadn't even known what was going down until after it had happened. There was that whole unfair aspect again.

He grumbled something under his breath. Actually, it was just grumbling for the sake of grumbling and there were no real words involved for anyone trying to listen in. He wasn't coherent enough for that at the moment.

And he still couldn't get mad at this guy, which meant he only had himself to fall back on as a means of directing his anger. A better leader wouldn't have lost his entire group like this. But then, he hadn't really been the leader for a while now, had he? So how come they still felt like his responsibility.

"...Forget it. This isn't getting anywhere." He almost flopped forward with his face in his arms, but then he realized his plate was still sitting in front of him. He'd completely forgotten about that. For a moment or two, he actually considered eating what was on it, despite not knowing what most of it was. But then he shoved it to the side and performed the aforementioned action like e'd wanted to.