[ The conversation is already not going the way he wants it to, albeit for different reasons. He sighs, running a hand down his face. ]

Y-Yeah...You’re adaptable, so I’m sure you’ll handle it.

B-But that’s not what I’m getting at! What I mean is, there is only three of us. There’s you, Della, and me.

[ Reaching down, he hoists his bag up into his arms and starts to open it. ]

Even though Gizmoduck is around, there’s only the three of us from the same world.