He almost asks how old Kira thinks he is, but then, a precise timeline of someone else's world isn't a reasonable thing to expect someone to know. The look he shoots his roommate is still grim and mutinous as he gives up on trying to preserve his good mood. There's something of it left, though, in looking defiant and sullen instead of just slinking off to silently stare at a wall. The energy that was cheerfulness has become pure orneriness. "Sithspit. I'm not talking about complicated politics. There's a specific chain of events here, and the weak link is me."