"Well, you've gotten yourself into quite a mess... at least don't screw up with these companions," says his inner critic, but the inner optimist, quite battered for such a loud personality, objects. "Maybe this time, smarter minds will be involved, and everything will go more smoothly," - "Nothing will go smoothly; they'll throw you into Calcite solo, and you won't go anywhere," - "At least he hasn't hit me yet."
Having finished this schizophrenic dialogue (although it's a bit more sensible than Camistella's from the Guild of Wonders), he considers whether he needs to heal further and how best to update his current status in the guild in the next week without unnecessary RP complications with moving back and forth – whether to go to headquarters or look for Cami/Nemu in Sizz, to clarify current orders or request a mission to Margel, if such an opportunity exists.
Which he will subsequently do.