[Eiffel isn't subtle with his expressions; when he feels something, he feels it with his entire body. So Roman will get to see, as soon as the voice responds in that clinical, artificial tone, how Eiffel deflates. His expressions falls, something beyond disappointed and straight into painfully, personally distraught, that leaks the energy from his shoulders and has him slide out of his dumb little pose to hang limp in the air for a moment, anchored only by his slack grip on his ceiling pipe.

Then he closes his eyes, and takes a breath, and - the sadness doesn't go away, but it gets buried, hard, and when he opens his eyes, his voice just comes out with a resigned, tired amusement.]

Well, looks like I'm not gonna get to introduce you to my best friend after all. It's on dummy mode right now. [He raps the wall with his knuckles.] This place doesn't do real people, right? Apparently she's enough of one to count.

[Which... it's unbelievably bittersweet, for him.

But he doesn't linger on it, instead pushing himself back to Roman with a weak grin.] But, since you're here, lemme show you around! Let's go full Cribs experience!