Solus snorts inelegantly. "I feel that your 'bare minimum' is enough to give most beings processor failure."

She leans back in and gives him a 'prod' with her field, motioning him further into her area of work.

"But I am not surprised. Are you going to come further in and relax at little, or are you only going to stay long enough to deal with the 'real' reason you've dragged yourself away from your work?"