[Manabu scoots in, though he's slow to settling; his tail still tied down makes sitting comfortably a challenge, so he tries a few ways to bend or not-bend his leg until just...drawing his knee up and dealing with the least of the painful twinges. this sucks. he just wants to be comfortable!

Grey's warm, though, so at least a portion of him gets to be warm.

amidst this fidgeting there's a few 'um's and other uncertain sounds, since his impulsive speaking-from-the-heart can only go so far, and not far enough as to compose whole plans or speeches.]

I, I mean...you're a victim of bad science practices too, right? We're not--I mean, not exactly the same, but. Similar. Like that. It's further proof that something needs to be done! And...and neither of us should be getting punished for that. Is what I think...

Right?

[that sounds sane and coherent, right? he can't tell. it's cold.]