Zechs' lips pursed, his expression still rather strained, but much calmer than it had been. He was folding all of his anger and frustration internally again. In a way, it was because the worst outcome to his decision hadn't really happened yet. Once they got to the hospital - or perhaps once they were in a vehicle alone - he would find out what the Noah would say to him.

He resisted the urge to quip something back at Rufus, but he had a lot he wanted to say. How about, "I could probably buy your damned hospital if I wanted to," or perhaps, "Would you care to commandeer my journal while you're at it?" But he restrained himself again, admirably. He hoped someone noticed the effort he was putting into this. Instead, he merely said, in a somewhat flat voice, "Very well. Your hospitality is appreciated, President."

He glared at Hakuba's tea and stood, ready to brace Tyki if he needed it. "No thank you, Detective. We should be going. However ... " Zechs examined Tyki's state of dress. "Perhaps it is best you would change, Tyki."

His eyes snapped towards the unopened bottle of X-Potion. Not bothering to shield his anger, he snapped, "And for God's sake, are you some manner of masochist? Drink the damned potion."