[And now it's Percepor's turn to contemplate the bottom of his cube.]

Knew.

Currently... he's of the mind he has very little "going" for him right now. I wouldn't be surprised if he began grasping at any possible solutions.

He's somewhat... lost.

[The tank pauses, and empties his cube in one go.]

And I've utterly no idea how to compensate for a social-emotional deficiency. Hence this incredibly awkward conversation.