[he grunts, plopping down and wincing - the damn tail getting in the way of him just sitting as he pleases! - sighing once he's sat comfortably.

he glances over his shoulder at the offending appendage.]

No real choice there, I guess. Not unless we find a long enough coat... [he knows he shouldn't complain, but he wants to.

he rubs at the back of his neck.]

If we can get a beat on the news going on around here, too, that'll help...as much to keep out of a pinch as it is to know what the score is here. [in order to help make things right later.]