Now is, without a doubt, the worst time for someone to approach him from the left. Kit staggers to the side and catches himself against the table; it is as though the world is reminding him that though it may have given him back his corporeal body, it wasn't considerate enough to give him back his hearing in that ear.

"--sodding--" he swears to himself, before flinging a wary look Sheena's way. He relaxes almost immediately upon seeing someone he presumes to be human, but managing anything more coherent than a clearly dishonest, "Yeah, I'm fine," is beyond him at the moment.

Don't be fooled, Sheena. He's definitely not fine.