"I don't, I really don't," Daniel sighs, compliant in his fate to have pitifully low tolerance despite all promises of appearance. "So of course, when I do, this happens." Another wobbly wave of a hand, though what it's meant to signify is decidedly unclear even to its owner. He's glad Seth doesn't seem to mind dealing with it; he doesn't think he could make it back to Lucy's on his own.