Something had apparently happened earlier in the party, because at the moment Chris was sitting at one of the tables, leaned all the way down with his chin resting on the tabletop, and his arms hanging down somewhere underneath. His expression was troubled and confused, almost bringing to mind a dog that didn't know why it was being left outside in the cold.

His Digimon were sitting on either side of him, minding their own business. Sylvia was leaned into his side, her paw absently stroking a small knit band that was around the base of one ear. Nes, who was the only one with platters of food in front of him, was fiddling with the D-Stream. Hey, Chris didn't seem to want to do anything with it right now, so why not?