That giggle sets him a bit on edge, because he still remembers that trembling laugh Sayaka had given just before Oktavia had come about. It was the sort of thing that made his blood go cold just from thinking about it. Why couldn't his spotty memory blink that out?

Still, he tried to keep the conversation going at a good clip, if only to put distance between that giddy chuckle and reality. "We're a little over-dressed, but who cares when we have accents like that, right?" He turned his shoulder to try and further obscure Sayaka from the rest of the club, because if she did break down he didn't want it to become a spectator sport. "Just relax. Okay?"

Says the one who was suppressing his own panic to try and not make Sayaka panic.