Beck snort-laughs into his cup, which has more of the shit in it. Don't talk to him.

"Uh, yeah I am," he agrees cheerfully. As of the current scene, he is not caught up in his own angst yet, but he's hiding his self-consciousness under Mara's scrutiny. "So are you."

He grins at her, switching modes. "Hey. Did you like that other Gondry movie? With the sleep?"