[Chair-locked as he is, Solomon can't snoop with how Ginger blocks Mika with his broad back. So he waits patiently, Ginger getting his full attention once he slips back--

Ah. Well, that expression sure says a lot. He has to wonder what went wrong.

His eyes soften apologetically, but he'll nod his understanding.]

That's perfectly fine, Ginger. I'm sorry if my little exercise was more upsetting than helpful.

Thank you for coming to talk to me.