[ Simon lets out a startled noise, just barely too dignified to be a snort. He turns and raises an eyebrow at Waltz. ]

Haven't you? Perhaps you should shave.

[ He almost leaves it at that, almost sweeps on into banter without properly answering the question. Takes back some power in this situation in whatever small way he can.

He doesn't have it in him. He hates the weakness of it. ]

...Yes. Yes I am. Sufficed to say none of this-- [ A gesture at the planet hanging in the sky overhead, their shattered surroundings, the drift of ghosts. ] --is within my particular realm of experience.