Nah. Not yet. [ He almost shakes his head, but glances back at her over his shoulder instead-- Naminé doesn't sound fine, and it's not hard to guess why. This is an upsetting place to be, and Wight doubts she's comfortable. ] You, uh... mm.
[ Words, however, are a bit more difficult. Wight turns away from the cabinets he'd been rooting through, awkwardly stepping up to her side; he makes a point to jostle the contents of his pack a little to make sure she knows he's approaching, just to be on the safe side. ]

You okay? Kinda-- don't look it. [ He's noticeably quiet when he asks, and the worry in his voice is clear. ] D'you wanna just leave...? We don't have to stick around. Don't think there's anythin' in here we need that bad.