He meets the glance for a moment, before he looks down with a shrug, pocketing the bottle again. He heaves a slow breath as he purses his lips and looks back up.

"Well, there's... not a lot to say about it. They're supposed to be a temporary fix, things have just been... less than ideal."

He means back home, but, of course, he realizes that the way things are going in the City at the moment doesn't exactly make it any better.