It helped, didn't it? [ Not the walking in front of a turret part, but. He stands by it. He taps his fingers idly and turns around then to look at the papers on Luke's desk. Why not be nosy since he's already here. ]

You can come by my room, too. So that it's not like I'm scared of the monsters under my bed and need to stay in the grown-up's room. [ Because that's how he feels. ] It's a two-way street. By the way, I'm going to make a log for my whereabouts every hour. That way I can see if there's any lapses in my memory. Maybe you should try that as well.