[Chibi lets Pess sniff his fingers for a moment - they smell a bit like antiseptic and a bit like black oil - then moves to scritch the dog behind the ears. What a well-behaved boy!]

No worries; it was a bit precarious there, in any case. [He'd hold it in place, usually, but, well.] I trust you have been well, with all of... This, with the robots and such?