It's no problem. [Akira shakes his head, half at himself. It had been an automatic, if genuine, motion to just start cleaning him up.] I think you were stuck like that for more than long enough.

[Akira's all for a good bit of trouble and mischief. Thrives on it, even... But Sinclair had just looked a little too downtrodden for it to sit completely well with him.]

Hopefully that's the last of the paint you have to deal with for a while.