With a disheveled shirt, he glanced up and paused, cursing when he got a spot of coffee sludge on his shirt. He flicked it off and sighed. His clothes always became rather filthy rather fast but it didn't always bother him. It's probably why he never bought new clothes- they always got fucked up. He never wore anything nice. Ever. Amante looked over at Aiolia with a quirked brow and flipped his magazine shut. "Do you need help?" He wouldn't opposed heading up there to get some things but he had a pretty specific skill set when it came to topside... like go through trash and going into places no one else wanted to or places that were a bit more dangerous and may have resulted in the loss of a limb. The only reason he didn't hop in without asking questions, aside from not being in the mood to really talk to Aiolia, was the fact that he had been slacking off on watching Leila and that was his main objective.