Tonic is glad. He didn't want to pry, as Nick was pretty good at deflecting prying--but he had been concerned about him ever since the tail end of their job hadn't ended so smoothly. But now that he was here of his own volition, the rules of the game could change.

"Ah, of course. Might have gotten cracked, we can check pretty easily. You're welcome to sit, if that's not uncomfortable."

As he folds the sleeves of the thing over themselves, his eyes linger on what is now vaguely identifiable as a half-finished dress. After just a second or two of extra thought, he regards Nick again with interest.

"Actually, while I have you here, maybe I can ask you something."