[Somehow, even if Mohinder should probably be distressed at the notion of a mermaid-sized lionfish spine, there is comfort in the knowledge that he's not the only one being subjected to this. Incrementally, he begins to relax.]

I don't feel like an animal, if that's what you mean.

[Not emotionally, anyway; the squirrel tail trying to push itself up over the back of his waistband is another matter. Mohinder pretends this is not happening. The bartender refills his glass of water at the same time as Reigen's, and Mohinder nods toward it.]

It's nice to see at least one other person here not getting plastered to cope, even if I can't blame them.