No. He wouldn't be.

[He stops typing, pressing his hands to his face, and cycling air slowly.]

Yes. Right there.

[It probably doesn't help that the sudden, sharp flood of... unwelcome feelings makes the lights flare even brighter, flickering wildly. Like an elevated heartbeat.]

... Interest. Doubt. A lack of... energy. In a way.

I don't think that makes any bloody sense, but it wasn't there a moment ago.