"Sure," he says easily, and even offers the tiniest of smiles. It's Queenie, after all--Queenie deserves at least an effort.

Speaking of effort, his gaze sweeps down, taking everything in, and stopping at the pile again. Queenie's asking if he's all right--he's okay, he has to be--but there's something missing. He can't put his finger on it, and Credence, being usually perceptive, finds this strange. Maybe he'll ask Tina, later.

"Did you need some help?"