[He's been a bit worried about Elsa since their first meeting. As far as he can tell unease is part of her scent, and since he's been sniffing around for something to do today... he ends up popping in to check on her.]

Do you need some help with that? [He leans on the doorframe, playing with his eternally present carton of cigarettes but unsure if she wants him stinking up the place with them.] I mean, four arms are better than two and all. Might help it go a little faster...