[Even before the incentive dropped on Tuesday, Rideaux had been feeling a bit on edge. It seems to have returned as the days go on. He's taking care to not let that show, but it does slip through at times, like when he accidentally lets his eggs get burned at the bottom while cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Anyone who happens to be nearby will hear some colorful language that sounds very unlike him.

After eating, he decides to spend a bunch of coins that he'd be letting pile up. So off to the vending machine it is. While a lot of his haul gets relegated to a big box that he brought with him, he takes special interest in those flowers.]

These would look good in a nice vase on my desk...

[He'll just ignore the fact that they somehow stayed fresh in the vending machine for all this time. After his box-full of trinkets gets hauled back to his room, he settles for using a simple tall glass from the bar in place of a vase for the flowers. He arranges them in the dining hall before they end up in his room as well.

Early in the evening, Rideaux spends time in the infirmary, taking the day's inventory. It's something that he's made a habit of doing, but not typically this early. With that incentive looming...he's been retiring to his room pretty early this week.]

[Rideaux turns with the flowers. Well hello, Yuri.]

They are indeed quite nice. Are they a familiar sight in your world?

[Sayaka's not going to get a weird look per se, but Rideaux will definitely be watching her now that she's made her presence known.]

Good evening, Maizono. [He lowers his clipboard and nods. It's not like he owns this infirmary...] You certainly may. Is something bothering you?

[Not in the general sense, he means in a medical sense.]

[Oh. Well, Rideaux certainly wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. He gives Susan a Look, though it's more out of confusion than anything.]

That is my intention. Though I have to say, I didn't expect to see such a visceral reaction. [...] You would tell me if they contained some sort of toxin, yes?

[He doesn't recognize these flowers, obviously.]

[Rideaux's in the process of angrily attempting to salvage these eggs when Rin comes in. He grumbles something under his breath, but manages to recompose himself.]

Good morning. My apologies, there seemed to be a bit of trouble on deck.

[He'll play along, at least. But when he turns to Rin...wow.]

You look like something the cat dragged in. [No filter this morning, it seems.] Have a rough sleep?