[Going into meetings for teams that aren't his is his life's blood, Clara! But he's taken aback for a moment when she stops him so quickly and peers into his face, and he pulls his head back an inch or two, startled, before relaxing again.

She has even less regard for personal space than he does.]

I'm not sure you can put too much work into something like this.

I've eaten and slept.

[He dismisses the idea that anyone needs to be concerned about him. He has eaten and slept, but they've been donuts at other people's meetings, the occasional bowl of soup, packages of recently-purchased cookies, four hours of sleep here and there -- he'll try to sleep more and eat better as their time winds down and he's more assured that there's some kind of plan in place.]

It may sound trite, but I don't like the situation.