[ For better or worse, any implications of the reindire's behavior fly right over Qubit's head, as he's a bit preoccupied at the moment. He readily accepts the orb, giving it enough of a squeeze to burst it so the water splashes over his hand. It does take some of the filth off, but let's be real, he's going to want to sanitize that ASAP. ]

[ He sighs, shaking his hand dry-ish. ] Right. Well, I could use a shower anyway. [ It's been three days, after all. He's passably clean, but the facilities at the homestead are a little... shall we say, low-tech. ]

Tell you what. Why don't you swing by the lab in, say, thirty minutes, and we can start going over the data there. [ Mid-sentence, he notices some dead grass caught in Carlisle's hair, and reaches up with his clean hand to pluck a few of the blades out, examining them for a half second before tossing them over his shoulder. ] Sound good? That'll give you some time to clean up yourself. [ - he adds wryly. ]