[ Dimitri can't quite read his (her) mind, but he can sense the irritation and the surliness. Although he's not surprised by it. He's almost as strained, surely. On the edge. It's only recently that he's begun to make his own decision regarding how to move forward. ]

I won't ask if you're well. I suspect none of us are.

[ He purses his lips. ]

...I feel as if we have a choice to make, but - but you seem even more out of sorts.