The flip gets a slight smirk, but he catches it readily in his right hand, flipping it himself to get a better grip on it.

"My third, actually," he admits, before scooting carefully back through the edges of the debris to some floorboards he'd been tearing up. "I mostly just- needed to rest, after I arrived, and I suppose yesterday was... coming to terms with being here. But I can't just- sit around and mope forever, really. Got to-" He grunts sharply as he wedges a board up with his boot, loosening the nails to get at with the hammer. "Got to keep moving forwards at some point."