The buffet really, really is going to be overwhelming. He's not going to say no to somebody else making his eating decisions for... a while, probably. Then he won't lock up with indecision.

"I'll be fine," he mutters at the reassurance. He's not an infant, he is a highly trained weapon. He's just... only highly trained in certain things. Has he ever been to a safety briefing before? Has anyone ever cared about his safety...? Doesn't matter. He would have been fine if the whole couldn't-move-thing hadn't happened.

Not that he's not grateful for the help. And the patience. He just hopes he doesn't need to be treated like a child forever. "Why did you leave home?" he asks, pushing the subject away to something less irritating.