Tidus planned to go follow it, but he's still crouched with....way too many bottles bundled between an arm and chest. Someone trying to be impatient over rather important substances, and he looks up, startled, a sheepish sound following as he looks back to the case. Carefully placing alllll of those bottles back down...

"I guess? Not really. Just another day on the train."

He doesn't seem sure what to go for, aiming for reassuring somewhere in the last of that, but it falls flat by a voice that can't even pick itself up in the first place. The collection of bottles look a mess now, but he can hold out a hand to take the one Caleb picked up.

"Thanks. Uh, I think I got your tea. Don't know if it's the one, but."