[Tonic does not seem to mind the silence. it's a good, thinking silence, and it gives him plenty of time to pull together more measurements, and scribble his findings on his board.

the answer comes as he's taking his last measurement, waist-to-foot. the serious tone of it has him believing that Tek has dug into something honest and distant to find his answer--so he makes a thoughtful little sound, nodding a little. not very surprised.]

I don't know what made me think you might have been. [he pulls his tape-measure back to read the tiny, faded numbers.] It might have been how you eat. Had that one rattling around since last week.