The gentleman was becoming irritably impatient. Jealousy was not a regular companion to him, with his shiny metal watch and intellect. However, no man is an island, and the respect of others was something he viewed as both a reward and a necessity for business. He tapped the vacant counter before him, echoing the clanks of cups and silverware enjoyed by customers. He certainly didn't feel like a customer himself. Rather, he felt more like a spectator. Rather than a watchmaker or even a watch wearer, he felt more like a window-shopper pressing his nose against a glass. So far his query on the barista's location hadn't been answered, though he supposed that he hadn't properly addressed it to anyone in particular. It may as well have been a voice to the void. He considered asking someone properly, either Jay or the purple-haired woman. however neither seemed especially talkative.

Floriano was distracted from his discomfort when he heard someone nearby in pain. He turned to the quiet woman who finally spoke, watching multiple reactions in her body. Seeing her pain, he commented, "You too? Maybe these seats are splintered or something." Just when his expression relaxed for a bit, he noticed that someone who had arrived just after him was now being served. "Oh, there he is..." He felt a pitch on the skin under his watch and flinched. However, he also noticed that the purple-haired person was holding her own arm in pain. He pointed his finger and inquired, "Is your arm alright?" And just like that, a gram of compassion neutralized his selfish suffering. "If you want, I can walk over to that barista and ask for some ice. He's been giving me the cold shoulder anyway," he offered with a smile.