Robert takes in the candy cigarette man at a glance: colorful candy clothes, candy white body, some manner of candy eyes . . . God, what's the point? The man's candy, he's just. Candy. What more is there to notice? He's candy. Robert's going mad.

It is unfortunately difficult, in this candy form, to emote properly. Robert can only assume the 'look' he gives back to the other man conveys his sense of consternation at being asked to calm down in this situation, being accused of being 'supposedly' a scientist. Robert Lutece is the scientist so far as he thinks most people should be concerned, and while his reaction at the moment may be characterized as . . . emphatic, he for one has decided to deem it entirely appropriate for the enormity of the situation.

After all, he has somehow been transformed into candy. Surely any sane human being would find this a startling turn of events.

"I am supposed to be a human being," he says flatly -- but to Paul's credit, he does seem immediately calmer than he was, given someone to direct his egocentric disdain onto. It's funny the things that help in these situations. "Are you claiming you know me?"